Old Folks At Home
old and gray,
Sit down and write the letter and to them
Dear mother, I shall ne'er forget how kind
you were to me,
When I was a little child beneath your ever
Words that are unspoken have no kindness
Like the knelling of the bell that makes the
Don't wait until their tired steps reach Heav-
en's pearly gate.
Pluck roses while they're living, place them
on their plate.
We live out in the present, yesterday is past
Tomorrow is not ours, in fact it may never
The silver path that leads to fortune may
vanish while you wait.
So make the old folks happy before it is too
Write them a tender message full of hope
and good cheer.
Show them that you think of them each hour,
each day, each year.
Who knows what bitter memories may haunt
you if you wait?
With a loving spirit, write them before it is
The Plains Poems in Kansas