Lean

When you get old, you’d best get smart And wise up really fast; What you could do when you were young Has slipped into the past. No longer can you rush about And, careless, seize the day. Now, when you do too much, too quick, Come morning, you will pay. The thoughts of fading glory years Can often bring despair; The memories of brawn and strength Can on the psyche wear. But patience, not a gift that youth Can readily receive, Comes only with the pass of time; First, arrogance must leave. It’s hard to learn to ask for help, Accept that you might fail. Sometimes, it’s not the body, but The ego that is frail. So plan; don’t be impetuous. Don’t act on every whim, And things will go much better when You learn to lean on Him.