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about “Age”
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Lord above who watches over
Hear my
prayer before the clover
Covers me as the October
Of my life
does nearby hover
My life should not ignominiously end
Unable for
myself to fend
Forced on others to depend
My
sensibilities to offend
Let me go to my last rest
Having done
my honest best
Passing all of your life’s tests
I ask O
Lord for one request
Let me say my few good bye’s
Try to
quiet the many why?s
See the love within the eyes
Of those I
leave to live their lives
Let me impose upon your grace
Consider
please the end I face
Having run a long hard race
Award me
dignity, as my place
What is “Old”? I ask my self
How to
describe, I mull
Most is in the mind, I sense
Avoid
becoming dull
The body plays a part I know
We still
must get around
But pain and function don’t make “Old”
If smiles
and laughs abound
It’s how we think of what occurs
That paints
us young or old
A strain that’s borne of loving is
A badge of
honor bold
The joy of looking forward to
Unknown
adventures new
Is the trait of all the children,
Imagining
the view
So the rule to staying young
Is to
always stay a child
Keep the devil in your eyes
Discard the
dreams that aren’t wild
If it’s different if it’s crazy
If it’s
joyful to your mind
Follow its insistence and
Then
youthfulness you’ll find