Good Is Never Too Old
They say only the good die young
But good is as old as the sung that is sung
How could God need a human more
When we still have so many poor?
How long should a good life last
Before God begins to judge our past?
Maybe a saint pays no further wage
As they embark upon old age
Good works mask the heartache
For all the sacrifices they must make
In their silent pain they continue to give
So others may have comfort as they live
Only God decides when it is his turn to care
And he will replace what Earth can no longer bear
For an earthly angel it is to be what we all know
They will reap for what God sees as they sow
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