A sweet or sour end?
By Rhiannonw
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Though bones may crumble,
your movements fumble,
joints stiffen, legs weaken –
a heart that’s humble,
sweet and loving,
is ever giving,
with gift to lift
the weary visitor,
old memories share,
uphold in prayer
(while sitting by the fire)
those struggling now out there
in wind and weather,
or problems dire.
or
A gloomy rumble
complaining mumble,
stuck in a grumbling groove of
suspicion,
alienation,
accusing
from thoughts confusing,
those trying to be kind,
reassurance refusing
(can no longer reasoning follow),
just wallow
in self-centred sorrow;
chronic drone
melancholic moan
wearing down;
though medication brings a lift
to thoughts now gone so far adrift,
you would make sweeter sound
feel brighter, lighter
– if you could see,
(had taught yourself in youth to see)
beyond self-focussed blindness
to all the love and kindness
that does surround.
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Hi Rhiannon
Hi Rhiannon
I thought of my in-laws while I read this - my mother-in-law forever carping and complaining, and my father-in-law quiet and accepting, and always smiling, despite his confusion.
I suppose you are right, and we should now be hoping to prepare the mental soil of our own old age.
Jean
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