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The Old Folks Home To the old folks home, one day I went Such sadness there I found Folks in the twilight of life Uttering only the saddest sound The sound of crying and moaning For the better, fuller days gone by. Does anyone sigh and cry for them? These fallen, infirmed and frail? Just lying around and lounging around Their faces grown hollow and pale Their heart seems alone and lost Oozing away, their health does leak For too soon, their days have passed Their bodies are brittle and weak. Each one has the look in his eyes The look of solitude and pain. They look eagerly up at each person Who should happen chance walk by For they urgently yearn for someone To take some small notice of them To make them feel alive and new Or just a moment to talk and spend To utter a kind word or flash a smile. To sing old songs and stay awhile. But alas, no one comes to talk today The same as yesterday, it's always this way The days drag along, all of the same They watch the walls and watch the clock Forever ticking, will it ever stop? What do they have to hope for? For what is it that they can look ahead? Poor forlorn and forgotten old folks Feeble and infirmed, fallen old folks They have much more to hope for than they ever could dream More future in front of them Than it possibly could seem. One distant day, after they die A resurrection will come And from the coffins they lie Their bodies will emerge Out of the darkness and sand And before our God And Christ they will stand God will grant them all that they crave Restore them their youth And their lives He will save For them such things are in store And with our eternal God They will be evermore. [ Go Back ] |