The forlorn meant of age <br />Wisping time flies by <br />Locked steel cages <br />We wait, patiently, but why? <br /> <br />Years go past <br />Forty, ninety, one oh five <br />It goes real fast <br />Your life show is live <br /> <br />Hopes have been dashed <br />Dreams scattered <br />Moments pass FLASH! <br />We ponder, does it matter? <br /> <br />But we can count on he <br />Who pulls us through all <br />He opens our eyes him to see <br />He holds us up so, stand tall <br /> <br />He holds time In his palm <br />And the world that knows no end <br />He leads to the waters calm <br />He is our ageless friend<br /><br />Missy Lynn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ageless-friend/
