Poem ... Make my life grand
When I am old
And no longer know your face
Please hold my hand
A smile will lighten this place
When my words
No longer make sense
I know what I want to say
Just give me a chance
I want the best for you
Old Earth full of life
Every day I will wish for you
A life without strife
I know my days are few
To be with those I care
And even if I don't know you
The gift of time we share
So sit down beside me
And hold my shaking hand
And though I don't know you
You make my life grand
Rabid Poet
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