70

Is there a word for seventy?
Perhaps the word is just lonely
Your wisdom is contradicted
Irrelevant as depicted

So you're quiet and don't say much
You’re treated like you're out of touch
You think about the years gone by
Both good and bad you can’t deny

Some people threw your friendship out
Others faithfully hung about
You forgave those who'd abused you
And hope that they forgave you too

You love your kids, but they’ve moved on
Will they survive this Babylon?
You really wish them all the best
That they reach their personal quest

Critics will their vitriol spew
They found a fault? Well, join the queue
Just one thing counts; the rest's worthless
Only life in Christ has purpose