On Growing Older

On Growing Older Sometimes my steps are steady, Sometimes my hands shake. Sometimes my memory falters, And I make some sad mistake. Sometimes I hear you talking But I do not understand. Just remember that I love you And I do the best I can. My skin is sagged and wrinkled. I look a little like an Elf. My eyesight's getting hazy, Sometimes I repeat myself. But I still love the beauty, Of the big old open sky And Precious little children, Sometimes at night I cry, I look back on my efforts Did I do the things I should But I find a gentle comfort, That I did the best I could. I am weary but the knowledge That strikes the sweetest cord. I can lay aside my worries And leave them with the Lord.