Poetry

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The Empty Bed by Curtis Hildebrand
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When I was young, just nine or ten,
With my whole life left to live.
Adventure filled my innocent heart
I had so much to give.
For me my bed was a fort or a car.
Each day it was something new.
I never grew tired of playing old games.
It painted time a fresh hue.

As I matured and came of age I found a "Wife-To-Be"
Before much time I gazed at her and asked, "Will you marry me?"
She loved me too so we set a dated and together we said, "I do."
And now my bed, which once was a toy
sleeps not one, but two.

Our life was grand, our love was close,
We had so much to see
So full of hopes so filled with dreams.
The future now had a key.
Soon children came and so more beds
Filled our humble home.
The children grew and left our nest
The big would off to roam.

As time went by the wrinkles showed and life slowed down a bit.
Our tired frames were frail and worn,
As our bodies began to quit.
Soon just I was alone in my bed
My wife with Jesus dined.
The comfort I find is in memories,
and the pillow next to mine.

I long to go and see the place
Where roads are paved with gold.
There loved ones wait expectantly
Their families again to hold.
They say no beds again will be
In Heaven to rest our feet.
For night shall flee and we shall dance
Forever along those streets.

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