The Golden Age Poem by Gerry Legister

The Golden Age



If I don't make it to the end
through the snow or rain,
I hope I was more than a friend,
when life brought anxiety and pain.

Our love will grow stronger,
Walking on through golden age,
Even though our youth is no longer
Playing on the present stage.

Rocking years in our rocking chair
Rocker by my rock of ages.
Side by side we'll be together
Through the golden years.

When tears, blur my vision
and slide down upon my face,
You're the one I can lean upon
who is with me in this adorn race.

Soon the gravel voice may sound,
Strain and scar eclipse the broken gasp,
Answering the call to come home,
And rest at last.

With every step, I am taking
Coming down on the roll rock road,
Memories are warm and glowing,
With adventures smiling in my soul.

You kept me believing when you came in,
It was so pure, almost a sacred
Life of dreams that were yours and mine,
A love, that could not be denied.

Tuesday, May 16, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: growing old
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Gerry Legister

Gerry Legister

Silver Spring, Westmorland, Jamaica
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