'' One Day Will Be You '' Poem by Bri Mar

That old guy, walking down the street,
When you look what is it you see?
Some old codger unsteady on his feet,
Fit only for drinking cold tea.

Or do you think about his chequered past,
About his time when he was a boy,
Believe me the truth may leave you aghast,
His history you could well enjoy.

When you glance at him open your eyes,
He is a mine of information,
Your view of your elders you'll soon revise,
When he surpasses your expectation.

He is someone's Father as well as a son,
Did you even give that a thought?
A devoted husband who enjoyed having fun,
He has memories that cannot be bought.

He worked all his life to protect and provide,
Loyalty is what kept him alive,
He served and protected he never did hide,
He ensured those close would all thrive.

Getting old doesn't mean you're no longer of use,
To these gems we have a duty of care,
Their contribution to us was and still is profuse,
To think otherwise just isn't fair.

They have their dignity and their pride,
As a society our gratitude should be shown,
Like him our conscience should be our guide,
Our debt to them should be made known.

They have given their all to ensure we do well,
It's now our turn to reassure,
To make it our duty to ring their bell,
Their future is for us to procure.

We owe our elders for the lives we have now,
It's now our turn to them to be true,
For what they have given us let's make it our vow,
For That Old Codger,

‘' One Day Will Be You ‘'