Aging Gracefully
Senile and silly are the woes of sage.
Broken on the altar of age.
But the children care not,
They enjoy the silliness a lot.
No matter the weather,
I thank God, our Lord and Father
For the fun
Smiles, water and sun.
But even when all seems lost,
No hope to regain the cost
I'll not regret nor dread the pain;
For in His joy and peace I remain.
Now, let Love abide!
Never to leave His side.
Overflowing from the Holy Spirit forever
I will not fail; not ever!
Aging gracefully, I'm ready
To step into Eternity; it's heady!
Happy and excited to be
With my Lord, eternally!
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