The Fourth Stage of Life

I followed the perfume she wore Walking up the quay She moved with grace and poise Stepping out of her Rolls-Royce Platinum glistening in a sun pool A millionaire bedecked with jewels. I was on a wheel-chair we met on the deck She looked sad all I could do was stare We got talking she was in a quandary I sat up and heard her story Three stages she had strived under light beams Accumulating wealth means and dreams A quiver rippled down mainstream Penance and tears a flowing stream I was travelling to raise funds for children Just like me sitting on moving wheels. She offered support and we got off the boat To enter a quaint home where children’s laughter roamed. Her mood now uplifted no tears left to trace As she was leaving a child grabbed her legs and stared at her face The child only said I want to remember your face So when I meet you at heaven’s space I recognise you with loves embrace The fourth stage of her life now graced. 8.2.2021 Mind your P’s and Q’s Sponsor Michelle Faulkner