I could have been taking a Walk in the park, Or enjoying a nap, But instead I was playing the Piano in a nursing home, Filling in for the regular Pianist who was Away. About all I can play our Hymns, but that was Good, For that's what we sang, The old songs that have stood the Test of time, Just like the old timers Who sang today. The familiar words were stored Deep in their souls. Some, with blank Stares, just listened. One lady slept. But most of the residents Joined in the best they Could, singing "The Old Rugged Cross", "In the Garden", "Tis So Sweet..". I loved hearing them, Watching them: Leslie, in her new Sporty cap, Katherine, with her Sweet smile, Gloria, who said she loved her Name, Paul, in the Gene Autry Shirt. The music from the Geriatric choir Touched my heart, And surely God's heart Too. Bob, their faithful teacher Shared a gospel message, One of hope, and As he finished, and the Golden folks were wheeled Away, I wondered whether they Would remember I'd been There. Probably not, But I will remember them, And I realize There was no better way, I could have Possibly spent my day. |