An Old Mans Bedtime Prayer

An Old Man’s Bedtime Prayer Lord: Now I lay me down to rest. To get away from this days test. To rest my head on pillows fluff. To clear my head of all the stuff. That comes your way as you get old. It’s part of life that’s seldom told. I hope to get some 10 hrs. sleep. I’ll probly end up counting sheep. As I look back across my days. I know I’ve sinned in many ways. I’m real sorry. I’ve told you that. To say again just sounds “old hat”. But now I plead for this short break. To get some rest for bodies sake. If you “Oh LORD” my wish would grant. And do for me something I can’t. For I’ve no strength, my life to take. Just let me die before I wake. For my old joints have turned to rust. I’d just as soon they’re back to dust. Lord: If I’d wake and look about. I’d “Hoot & Holler” and give a shout. If I would find that was my fate. To there be standing, inside “The Gate” To know at last I’d passed the test. I don’t need seats among the best. It’s enough to not be missed. My name was on His special list. But you know best, I’m sure of that. So if I wake, I’ll just hang pat. I’ll dream of red, rare, steaks so fat To ponder where the “Good Times” at. I’ll shuffle through another day. And burn more bills we strain pay. To keep us warm in this cold pit. And by the window now to sit. As I think back to ‘yester’ years. With all the joy, few sprinkled tears. I never dreamed, these “Golden Years” Would be so filled with pain and fears. I never thought I’d leave alone. My wife & I would share our home. But when I’m gone, alone she’ll bow. She’ll need get by . . .I don’t know how. With this I’ll close my nightly plea. I’d be forever in debt to thee. If you would oft stop by this way. To comfort wife here every day. Written to honor all the elderly that Struggle with their health, their obligations, their present & their future.