Meet Me In The Garden
Dear Lord as you can plainly see,
The years have
fast caught up with me,
I say this prayer with all my might,
That you will
help me sleep tonight.
If no solution can you give,
At least see fit
for me to live,
In a world where only those who share,
My wrinkled skin
and graying hair.
A peaceful place is what I seek,
Where voices
without anger speak,
To gather round and reminisce,
Of days once filled
with happiness.
Perhaps a garden surrounded by flowers,
Would be
more in line with your great powers,
Set me amongst my friends of
old,
Sharing stories once my grandmother told.
We refer to them as the good ole days,
When
horse drawn buggy was the only way,
Traveling then was so much fun,
No
fuel needed for the horses to run.
I remember times when folks once cared,
The
sowing of our crops we shared,
With those who had far less than we,
In a
town that prayed as family.
But oh how long ago it seems,
When air was fresh
and water clean,
Mad Cow meant cows were displeased,
Perhaps because too
hard we squeezed!
Warm summer nights were safe to walk,
Or sit on
porches for hours to talk,
Discuss our plans for the following day,
Where
in parks our children could safely play.
The whole world now is one helluva' mess,
It's
all I can do to put up with the stress,
So place me dear God in that garden
with friends,
In a place I may rest and my troubles will end.
~valentyne~ ©
Silver And Gold
Dolly Parton
