85, and Not Out
I have reached the ripe old age of 85,
Why am I on Earth, still alive
When most of my friends are dead
Or laying Ga Ga in aged care beds.
Why was this Old Duck,
Given the luck,
To survive
When others died.
I am sure I don't know,
When God has plans,
For me to go.
What use has God for me?
I have brought up my family,
I have my eyes open wide.
My curiosity, I cannot hide,
Perhaps that is the reason,
I am still alive.
I cannot lie
I am in no hurry to die.
I need to be of use, you see.
And I am not the girl I used to be.
I feel so tired and slow.
I have lost my get-up and go.
Nothing works anymore,
My body has gone on strike,
That's for sure.
I have a list of ailments
That would kill a horse,
I've had a hip replacement
And new eye lenses, of course.
I am losing height,
Because I have curvature of the spine.
Lots of other diseases.
That will worsen with time.
I am not miserable
Or sad in any way,
It is a question
I have been asking God today
Have you use for me, Lord,
Is that why I'm still here
If you have, could you make it clear
God, could you please speak up,
I am stone deaf in both ears.
Copyright © Shirley Hawkins | Year Posted 2022
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