There is Still a Role for You
He sat in a squeaky old swing on the porch,
Recalling good days long gone by.
Hearing the twitter of birds as they flew,
So gracefully poised through the sky.
“The strength of my body is waning,” he mused,
“And I’m not quite so sound now in mind.
I feel a methodical world moving on,
And I am left farther behind.”
“I am not a part in the vast scheme of things,
No role of importance I play.
Not only am I being left far behind,
I feel that I get in the way.”
A hidden presence he sensed standing near.
Twas an angel that stood by his side.
And this guardian angel in slow, gentle words
Began then so softly to chide:
“There’s many a role of importance for you,
Some roles you can’t measure in size,
Think more of your thoughts in a positive vein.
Be not paranoid, be wise.”
“The smile to a stranger in passing you give,
The casual ‘good morning’ your say,
May have an effect that is unknown to you,
but it might just make his day”
“So enjoy the world that around you is seen,
That from you will never be gone.
The smell of the roses, the wind in the trees,
Those good things that never move on.”