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

“I’m Not Rushing You, Lord: I’m Just Trusting You”

The golden age of savings they say.

What year, this one or the one next May?

As we age everything is new but us.

We must understand and adapt or thus…

Nothing is golden in the years we age.

And what it does, it puts us in a rage.

From higher prices that we can’t afford,

To our health with many meds on board.

Costs are rising just like our age.

Let’s open a book — turn the next page.

When the years become golden, we’ll be gone.

To our Father God’s home, we will belong.

The true golden years will unfold there.

Where we’ll not have one single care.

Just getting there is the only pain.

It sometimes leaves us crippled from the strain

Time moves slowly when troubles brew,

You just hope you survive and get through.

When time slows to that awful crawl,

You just want to, vegetate and bawl.

Sitting there in your empty room,

Dark and dingy full of gloom.

Take me now, I pray for gold,

I dislike being this darn old.

Oh to be young once more.

I want my life to again soar.

With my new golden age, I say,

“God, I know You’ll bring me home one day.”