by Belle Webb
The days grow long, the nights grow cold,
As age creeps in, my worth feels old.
Once I was strong, once I was sure,
But now I find myself feeling unsure.
My limbs don't move as they once did,
My thoughts are slow, my memory hid.
The world moves on, while I stand still,
A silent witness to life's great thrill.
I try to help, I try to give,
But what use am I, what life do I live?
My voice is weak, my hands unsteady,
The things I once did, now seem so petty.
And so I sit, alone in my chair,
Watching the world pass, without a care.
Feeling useless, feeling old,
My heart feels heavy, my spirit cold.
But then I see, a smile, a laugh,
A small act of kindness, a simple task.
And I realize, in that moment so bright,
That even in age, I can still shine bright.
For though my body may be weak,
My soul can still be strong and seek,
The joy of life, the love that's true,
And find a purpose, in all that I do.
So though I may be old and frail,
My spirit will never be stale,
For I will always strive to be,
A light in the world, for all to see.
Belle Webb🪶©2023
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