OLD AGE
When you are young
What do you know of old age?
Then life is at a high noon.
But old age comes
It comes with loss.
Your heart begins to weaken
Your breath becomes quite short
Your muscles are not strong anymore
Even walking the dog is a tiring chore
And the days at the sea are no longer fun
Life often seems sad bleak and without sun.
Sleep and prayer offer some relief
But I can often can hear these words
“Enough is enough of this grief”
My mind sometimes says to me,
“I’m too young to be old”
But my body says, “you’ll see.”
So, I do what I can
Usually pushing for more
I regulate the days to spend
Most time with art and garden friend
I breathe in God with every move
Sending out blessings of deliverance to all
For all the good I still can do until I go.
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