Now I’m old and sadly alone,
With never ever a friendly call on my Bakelite phone,
I’ll often slowly turn and start to look,
For my little worn black leather book.
One wonderful spring day – long ago – I was married in 1941,
And on that bright March morning, Sam and I became as one,
Later that year a blessing arrived with the birth of a baby son,
But by wars end death had taken them from me, now I was just counted as one.
Through long years of sadness solitude and strife,
I’ve always prayed and followed, I hope, a saintly life,
Acceptable, I believe to He, who taught me to always look,
For all His blessings still yet to come in my little worn black leather book.
Death when it comes to this hospital ward,
Will never find me afraid, sad or even bored,
But instead, I will gladly turn and start to look,
In my bedside locker for a final time for my little worn black leather book:
THE HOLY BIBLE
10 September 2006
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