Old and Grey

That is a life
Old and grey
With those we love
Whether we call it that
In how they live
For were we ever alive
When set to die
It was not all for them?

Old and grey
Wan and pale
Near death
Bloody and stayed
Let colour and tears
With life and time
Be given to them

Old and grey
In death
One’s heart never ends.

By J.W.H. Hobbs.

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