Your aging hand reaches out for affection.
A time that should be joyous is filled with sorrow.

A soul that's been sadly forgotten,
hopes for a brighter tomorrow.

A lonely depression sets in,
clouding the spirit you once had.

Your memories are all you have left...
and most of them are sad.

Who will care for you now?
Your youth you'll see again never.

God cares for such a dear person,
and He will love you forever.

Connie Gunn 9/97
Dedicated to the aged and forgotten. Someone loves you.