Golden Days

[Luba]

The old man sat alone beside
A gently flowing stream
So many years had drifted past
It seemed like just a dream.

He wondered if he'd made a change
Had he made a better place
Had he wasted precious moments
Would he leave without a trace?

Now softly in his ear he heard
A whisper on the wind,
"You've changed some lives along the way,
You've done quite well my friend.

You showed a gentle kindness
When the hungry you helped feed
They rebounded with new strength
Because of your good deed.

The children that you touched in life
Stand proud and tall today
Because of what you taught them
They kneel down each night to pray.

So worry not how you've lived your life
You've done your very best
And soon you'll journed Home to Me
For your golden days of rest."

Charlotte Anselmo