I 'use' to wonder as a child, <br />Why there were so many elderly people... <br />Packed inside the church, <br />My mother made sure... <br />She would take my sister and I, <br />Faithfully on Sunday and choir rehearsals... <br />As children. <br /> <br />When I turned 60, <br />I realized... <br />I could talk to myself, <br />And not get a batted eye of attention... <br />From anyone! <br />That piece of the puzzle, <br />No longer remains a mystery. <br /> <br />Now I know for a fact... <br />What those who are elderly know. <br />God is the only 'One'... <br />To have ever given undivided attention. <br />Most in their youth take for granted!<br /><br />Lawrence S. Pertillar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/undivided-attention-2/
