Posted in Poetry


Over the years his eyes had dimmed
Far from the light source he’d grown
No one really knew what was the cause
For all they knew he’d just grown old
He was after all for many years their Senior
Yet no one could quite place this change in demeanour.

What was he missing?
What did he lack?
Will this be his story?
“Senior gone too soon”.
What can help to suspend this impending doom?

Lifted hearts
lifted minds
Lifted prayers
One more time
For a heart so precious and rare
Hold tight Senior
You are in Gods care.



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