Normally I don't ever share something that I haven't written at least a week ago, and gone over it with a fine tooth comb a hundred times, but it just came to me now. I hope that it will inspire others to put their thoughts down on paper. Being I've been dealing with arthritis for awhile now, these thoughts came rather quickly to me.
God bless,
Dawn
If I were old
by Dawn Bornemann
If I were old and crippled, bent,
Would you recall me then?
If I were old and sick at heart
Would you sing for me then?
If I were old and saddened by
The empty table seats.
If I were old and all alone
Would you eat with me then?
If I were old--my eyesight dim,
And all I do is think of him.
If I were old and weak and thin,
Would you hold my hand then?
If I were old and my heart sad,
And all the memories of me glad,
Are locked away as though they're bad,
Would you still love me then?
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