PLACE OF REST

While visiting here in the place of rest I see all around. I watch the eldry as they

toddle across the ground. Some have only one crutch, walking out to see there family, they seem to love so much.

As I visit inside of this resting place,
my wondering eyes can see.

These poor souls so feeble, it's sad when they look at me. Some have lost there memory,
so everyone is there friend.

Some talk, some laugh, Some sit and stare at the wall, some of these precious

people have no memory at all
Some are bent and crippled, Some have to lie in bed, Some can still feed themselves but,

some go without instead. They don't seem to have a life here, in this place of rest,

some set and read there Bibles,
it seems they understand that best.

We shouldn't be in such a hurry, when visiting here in the place of rest.

talk to the one's that just lie in bed, and have no memory.

You never know it could happen to us, or one in our family.

talk to them when passing by there door, if only a word or two.

remember that person that you seen back there, could be me, or you!

Written By June Champagne 2006