Tired and Weary

At a Ripe Old Age tired and weary, You slipped into that relaxed mode; Your bones and joints having waxed and waned, No longer performed as in yesterday. Muscles, tissues, ligaments and cells Floundered and slowly chug like a choo choo Train, to a halt into a Train Station that Once ran wild in their haste, never seeming to stop. Past the blessed Three Scores and Ten, Into eighty and more, you gazed Back upon your former years, Thanking the Lord to have worked in his Service. You perhaps prayed for generations after you , Be productive in service to fellow men!” Acquiring new skills, better ways To care for this earth God entrusted to us. Tired and weary bones brittle and dry You pray for those younger in years “I thank God for former resilience That served all those who I encountered Along my life’s journey, I was happy to have met them.