It seems my days of youth are over.
The next generation continues
the heritage,
praising God
and making it the best they can.
Alas, I can no longer join them, the sap of my bones
has seeped
and my muscles are weak like
a frayed rope.
It gives me great joy to see
the children play
under a shining sun
and laughing
as they tumble and talk.
My rocking chair continues to sway on my ancient porch,
and I thank God for letting me
live to see them.
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