Tired and Weary
At a Ripe Old Age tired and weary,
You slipped into that relaxed mode;
Your bones and joints having waxed and waned,
No longer performed as in yesterday.
Muscles, tissues, ligaments and cells
Floundered and slowly chug like a choo choo
Train, to a halt into a Train Station that
Once ran wild in their haste, never seeming to stop.
Past the blessed Three Scores and Ten,
Into eighty and more, you gazed
Back upon your former years,
Thanking the Lord to have worked in his Service.
You perhaps prayed for generations after you ,
Be productive in service to fellow men!”
Acquiring new skills, better ways
To care for this earth God entrusted to us.
Tired and weary bones brittle and dry
You pray for those younger in years
“I thank God for former resilience
That served all those who I encountered
Along my life’s journey, I was happy to
have met them.
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