Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.
Psalm 90:12
Never in a million years did I imagine when I was younger
that a person's prime might be later in life!
Oh, the fantastic joy of discovery!
Finding in fumbles, not failure, but grace!
Finding in dreams never come true
those we never dreamed!
Finding in relinquishment
love's meeker joy
Yesterday when the youngsters yelled 'go! go! faster! faster!!!'
...after a bit of trying to heed their 'faster, faster'
I turned around and sang this song to them😅
The Old Gray Mare (aint what she used to be)
But in everything lost there is something found!
I am too old to be carefree
The years have got the best of me
The silhouette of leafless tress
Is like a mirror, more or less
I am too old to waste a day
Wishing for what has passed away
The penmanship of ‘how time flies’
Has etched its friendship in my eyes
I am too old to make-believe
About what time will not achieve
Where gain and loss are like two vines
As pain and pleasure intertwines
I am too old to not look twice
First at the cost and then the price
Lest bites that seem so sweet at first
Blind us to seeds, destruction-cursed
I am too old to merely wink
At the control tower of ‘Think’
For thought is the precursor to
The Very All-important Do
I may be too old for cartwheels
To put much faith in how ‘one feels’
Rather than in the love of He
Who calls to all ‘come unto Me’
...and I am not too old for joy
To pray for growing girl and boy
Or tune the common march of days
With melodies of thankful praise
Aha, the more I have of time
The more I have to reach the Prime
Of what Objective ought to be
Love’s kindness and humility
Love's kindness and humility
Will then in turn begin to be
True worship to the One who gives
True value to each day one lives
© Janet Martin
The ties that bind grow dearer
as the clock of life unwinds
Where each day draws us nearer
to the life we leave behind
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