Far more precious than gold.

poem by: Christopher Russon
Written on May 27, 2020

Take good care of the elderly
Keep them out of the cold
Give them a ring and you will see
Their worries will unfold. 

They may be concerned about eating 
And all of their daily needs
Don't forget about their heating
And all there anxieties. 

We are living in times of hardship
And many are feeling down
So hold out your hand of friendship 
Let them know that your around.

When they were in there infancy 
They never worried about a thing
Never could they ever see
Just what this world would bring.

Now there's one thing that is beautiful 
And its a wonderful thing to be told
Let's say to the aged and vulnerable 
You are far more precious than gold. 

 

Tags: Wishful, Hope, Rhyme, Love, Sad,

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Frank Hornby . commented on May 27, 2020 at 6:44pm
A really beautiful poem Chris....Hahaha..I'm 71 but can't admit that I'm one of "the elderly"....(but I will accept being precious)....👍🏻...stay safe mate...
Christopher Russon commented on May 27, 2020 at 6:54pm
Dear me Frank i am 70 didn't realise I fall into that catagree. You stay safe also Frank.
Michael Wise commented on Jun 04, 2020 at 1:17pm
Beautiful writing Chris!
Christopher Russon commented on Jun 04, 2020 at 4:10pm
Thank you Michael I apprieciate your comment. Most apriesiated.
James Notley commented on Jun 22, 2020 at 5:54am
Nice to reflect about the aging years...but when you enter the "senior ranks" you feel more like a sad sack of broken bones as compared to a precious metal hence the reason for the low feelings and anxiety.. you now go on tours of medical facilities when you used to tour exotic location of the world....I like it...write on

 

 

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