Welcome to Cozy Poetry Corner by Debra A Winter (Richter)

“Times are Changing: Me”

Times are changing; I’m getting old;

Its too bad God broke my mold.

There is only one of me;

like the rings on every tree.

For every wrinkle and every line;

I’m still alive; this soul is mine.

Just as rings on a tree tell its age

Each wrinkle has a story page.

As I have bones, blood, muscles and other neat stuff;

Trees ~ roots, leaves and bark; they need to be tough.

Weather takes its toll on my old body and entire soul,

Just as birds can peck and destroy a tree, I’m told.

In life and in nature, one is born and can die;

It’s up to God, the man in our delightful sky.

Anytime day or night; he can destroy a tree or remove me.

It’s up to him, and his timing, that’s how it is, see.

As a tree can withstand the elements of weather;

Both of us endure all kinds of weather together.

Life then death; God says, “Eventually all must end.”

Whether a tree in nature or me as a human friend.

Alive or dead, I want friends and family to know;

It’s been great being human with you all, and so…

Pick up your pieces after God called me home.

As I will be in God’s arms, never again alone.

I’ll be in a place of peace where nothing will die.

A place of love, where no one will ever cry.

I’ll see gardens of flowers ~ beautiful trees of green;

Everything is neat, pretty and so brightly keen.

Now with these last words, I’ll say goodbye with grace,

I’m now ascending, leaving this earthly place.

Hope to see you someday on the other side.

Maybe we will once again softly collide.