Purpose

Purpose

You say you're getting older

And your life is slipping by,

Remember what your parents saw

With each well seasoned eye.

Even when the eyes don't work

And blindness ends all color,

Bright sounds make this life worthwhile

To some will seem so dull.

You are here to share the earth

It's sounds it's sights it's feel.

To share the earth with parents past

For them we make it real.

Barry G. Wick