in the mall today,
I saw this frail little man.
He could hardly walk alone,
Lest someone held his hand.
Not many seemed to pay attention,
How different his life must be,
And then I began to think of aging,
And what if that were me.
Iím not a perfect picture of health,
And yet it is so much more,
Than this sweet little gentleman,
I saw stumbling out the door.
If we were to walk in his shoes,
For only a day or two.
Would we be understanding?
And say a prayer for you?
He bravely walked with his head up high,
Not pitying himself at all.
Because he was a man of dignity,
And standing proud and tall.
I know he must have been a husband,
With a family of children too,
But life must go on,
Though age has weakened you.
But still he was a happy man,
I could tell by his big smile,
That he was thankful to the Father,
Still being loved in his last miles.
Faye Reyenga ©
11 / 9 / 2006