Everlasting Thoughts

Everlasting Thoughts


Strange thoughts come as I get older;
where they’re from, I can’t even guess.
Perhaps it’s ‘cause the end is nearer -
too close for comfort, I confess.

Take for instance, just last Sunday,
as I dozed in the last pew,
the preacher woke me with a shout
and said, “Here’s what He’s promised YOU!”

“Gifts eternal, everlasting …
of course not now,” he then intoned.
It made me stop and think a while.
Why should His gifts be postponed?

Perhaps He’d preview his promise,
something more concrete than dreams,
a bit of “everlasting” now.
(I’m descended from doubting Thomas, it seems.)

How about fixing my memory
so I remember what I’ve just read
or not search the rooms in my house
to find my glasses perched on my head?

Too much? Something smaller would work
besides helping me find my lost keys.
I’d love to get up in the morning
without it being a pain in my … knees.

My kids call every so often.
I’m their bank, a source for their loans.
Would it really be too much to ask,
“Please, break all of their phones?”

OK – I finally get it –
the Bible, it seems, is the teacher
and I’ll try not to nap anymore
‘cause I’m keeping an eye on the preacher!
Notes:

An entry for July round of "SENIOR CENTER FORUM" 

Prompt: Must use the word “everlasting.”

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