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A FINAL TOAST
~ by John T. BAker ~ Copyright 1999

To seas I shall not sail,
To journeys not begun;
To siren cries of distant skies
And lands beyond the sun.

To lips I dared not kiss,
To bells I've never rung;
To books not read and words unsaid
And songs I wish I'd sung.

To tales I thought I'd tell,
To deeds I might have done;
To vows not made and debts unpaid
And wars I could have won.

To foes I feared to fight,
To comrades left behind;
To untrod trails and Holy Grails
I always meant to find.

To tears I failed to shed,
To dreams that did not last;
To lessons learned and bridges burned
And days that sped too fast.

ALONE BUT NOT LONELY

Let me tell you a story, if you will listen,
of someone old with eyes that glisten.
Eyes filled to the brim with held back tears.
Time turned to weeks, months and then years.

She stares out her window, blessed as can be,
Beauty surrounds her...alone but not lonely,
She sees humming birds feeding out there,
by this she's certain that Jesus still cares.

Lines are etched on her face, life has been hard,
but she has friends.. with wings...out in her yard.
Her lap dog and she look pleased as can be
but they feel so forgotten by a caring family.

She waits anxiously, head bowed by the phone,
praying her family will soon come back home.
Her heart yearns to heal from the loss and pain,
the held back tears could burst out like rain.

What she would give to hear their voices again,
with hugs, kisses and smiles as love shines in.
But who can relate until children are grown?
It’s sad; maybe they too will be left all alone.

I hope that her loved ones won’t be too late
and will come before St Peter opens the “Gate”.
She could soon be taken out of their sight.
You see, I am she, and can’t make things right.

Often A mother looks back at the past
and knows full well life goes by too fast
Without love shown, desperation grows,
and they fade away, like a late summer rose.

Yes, I stare out my window, blessed as can be,
with a little lap dog...alone but not lonely,
Outside my front door a humming bird feeds,
While almighty God takes care of "our" needs.

Mary Rose
Copyright 2008

This is what a late summer rose
looks like - faded from the sun
and aged but still beautiful.

ELDER ABUSE

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