Old Knives

My old knife lies in the kitchen drawer
Because its blade is not sharp as it was before
It has assumed a role of secondary importance
Being used only for removing coconut from the shell
Well, this morning as I used my old knife
I started pondering about life
Persons who were once sharp blades
soon become old knives
Men who were once power houses
Become like an old mouse
Their voices no longer rise in command
But disappear into a whisper
Their points no longer stand
But then that's life.

Make sure that you do not forget the old knives
Even though their blades are not as sharp as before
Those old mothers, fathers, aunts and old uncles
may now have old wrinkled hands
And may not have much at their command
Yet, even though age has taken its toll
They can play a subordinate roll
Make them feel useful as long as they can
Help to increase their motivation
It won't be long before those
who are still slicing through life
Will become old knives
But then that's life!!!!!

(c) Ann Althea Nedd