by

 © 2006 Marilyn Ferguson

   Old age is full of wisdom

   That youth can never know

   Though eyesight now is failing

   Our gait is getting slow.

   Old age is like a harvest

   That started as a sprout

   Now ready for the reaping

   Our crop has mellowed out.

   Old age is like the autumn

   It doesn’t make a sound

   A time of sweet reflection

   As leaves come tumbling down.

   Old age is like the sunset

   Its color brings the light

   As evening shadows gather

   It fades into the night.

    Old age is like a pirate

    Who steals our youth away

    He takes the sail and anchor

    Our ship begins to sway.

    Old age is like a typhoon

    The seas may get too ruff

    But God doth gently whisper

    He’ll say, “we’ve had enough.”

    Old age is like a bright light

    More brilliant than the sun

    We’ll find a lovely rainbow

    When life on earth is done.

    Old age is like the red grapes

    Turned into sparkling wine

    Its fruit, aged to perfection

    Has ripened on the vine.

    Old age is like collateral

    Tis money in the bank

    Our debts have been forgiven

    We have our God to thank. 

    Old age is like a promise

    Our souls will never die

    When Jesus comes to claim us

    Across the eastern sky.

   © 2006 Marilyn Ferguson

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