In Memory of Queeny, my 97yo friend first and last 2 lines r hers. |
When I shall become of age. ( A tribute to Queeny 97 ) By Sydney Emmanuel©2012 In this “city with no Pity” I am not young, I am not pretty And I am not nice to see -Don’t close your heart to me. Young, full of life have I been Smart , witty, awesome! But now time’s about to come And soon I’ll have to die. But don’t give me your rage Because I am old and frail That is just life’s trail If I shall become of age. If I shall become of age I don’t need much, you see; For I will not live long I just need to live among Nice people who love me. When I shall become of age Don’t shut your heart on me, My life has turned the page Old am I, as it has to be. So, when I shall become of age It’s another situation. Be collected, calm and with no rage You must show me your compassion. I don’t need much you see, Because life may not be long But I just need to live among Those, who love me. Don’t shut your heart to me I just need to die among Those, who love me. “Please Mother …Pray for me”. “Mother Mary…Pray for me”. End It could be to anyone, But this Poem is a tribute to a client of mine, now deceased. 97 years old, was she. Mothered nine children and brought them up must of the time without husband. The first, and the two last verses; “City with no Pity and Mother + Mother Mary pray for me” are hers. God Bless her soul. |