End of Days

I love to watch the little ones play.
They bring joy to my heart and a smile to my face.
Even when I'm having a really bad day.
Watching the little ones will put me in a better place.

When I look at my grandchildren I see perfection redefined.
Growing up so fast and filling me with pride.
God has truly blessed me with these blessings so divine.
Every time I see them I feel my love well up inside.

My children have grown older with character and strength.
I could not be more proud of what they have become.
They've had their fights and struggles and wrestled with them at length.
But they always seemed to find a way to achieve the right outcome.

My wife and I have been together for many, many years.
Through good times and bad times she's stayed by my side.
We've shared love and laughter and shed a few tears.
I know that without her beside me I would've never survived.

Now I find myself beat up, diseased, and getting older.
I let too many years pass before I learned to change my ways.
Back in my youth I was careless, reckless, and much, much bolder.
And now I feel my steady decline as I wait for my end of days.

Michael R. Roth

Archived 7/06/2016