Undivided Attention

I 'use' to wonder as a child, Why there were so many elderly people... Packed inside the church, My mother made sure... She would take my sister and I, Faithfully on Sunday and choir rehearsals... As children. When I turned 60, I realized... I could talk to myself, And not get a batted eye of attention... From anyone! That piece of the puzzle, No longer remains a mystery. Now I know for a fact... What those who are elderly know. God is the only 'One'... To have ever given undivided attention. Most in their youth take for granted!