Grey and old

Don't count them out when they are grey and old, there is always a story to be remembered and told.

Every wrinkle and line simply a map of their time.

Look at them with the admiration they deserve, not as someone you should kick to the curb.

You might see them as frail and grey, but they weren't like that back in their day.

Look at them closely in that chair and you will see the glint in their eye is still there. It never really went, a mark of their time well spent.

What do you see when you look at them, wrinkled, slow has been things? Or do you see their life and story, in all its technicolor glory?

A father, a mother, a mama, a papa. A home maker, a risk taker, a mischief maker. A rock n roller on the dancing scene, their first kiss when they were a teen. How many sunrises and sunsets must they have seen?

So many footprints left behind, so many deeds done in kind.

Sit down with them , spend a while. They're sure to have stories that will make you smile.

The shell may be different but the spirit remains, that will never be bound in chains.

What about you when its your turn to sit weakly in that chair, did you live the life that you dared?

Did you make people smile, say kind words, make sure that you and others were heard?
 

Honour the old, honour you. Be proud of all that you do.

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Text copyright ©2020 Dee Kennedy. All rights reserved.

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