My Soul will Fly

about goodbyes of the elderly, reminder that they'll be gone soon and they need our love.

I soon to come to my winter,
the time I'll say goodbye and wither.
I know that I am growing old,
but my stories haven't been told.

Lying in bed I dreamt of pass.
Life was fun while being young.
I lauged a lot, I cried a lot,
but more importantly, I enjoyed so much.

I was once just like you.
I enjoyed so much like you do;
I am mostly infatuated,
Laughed and smiled all weekend.

I was once also a youth,
but time goes by and found myself crooked.
But I have no regrets
for I know its for the best.

And now that I am old
I hope that you wont be so cold;
Love me as I loved you.
Care for me as I cared for you.

Can you read for me?
Cause my eyes can't see.
Please listen to me,
even though my voice can't be hear.

And now I lay still in bed,
waiting for my fort coming death.
I will soon wave my goodbye.
And finally my soul will fly.