I prayed today for the elderly.
They long to hear for you to say,
words of love and words of praise
with acts of kindness they once gave.
And if you're going by their way
they'd like for you to stop and pay,
a visit where you both can say
and disregard if you may.
Before their heads they shall lay,
at night before the sun, and rain
when they bow their head and when they pray
praying that you and everyone
will be okay...
A poem by Edward Calvert.
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