“Show me, O LORD, my end and the measure of my days.
Let me know how fleeting my life is.
You, indeed, have made my days as handbreadths,
and my lifetime as nothing before You.
Truly each man at his best exists as but a breath.
Selah
I remember as a child, telling my mom I want to be a nice grandma,
like my grandma, when I'm old and she told me
that to be a nice old person begins,
not when we're old, but when we're young!
So, however young or old we are, let's begin today
to make tomorrow's older version of ourselves
a bit more patient, humble, caring and kind.
Last night I visited my aunt (Naomi) in the hospital,
not because I'm so kindly faithful at visiting my aunts!!
but because she happened to be in the room beside my sister-in-law's room.
I blinked and blinked as I gazed at my aunt,
feeling like I was looking at the face of dear grandma from years ago!
My aunt is a beautiful 'old' person just like her mother/my grandma was 💝🙏
Whatever we are doing, who/wherever we are today
we are 'growing' who we will become when we are old-er!
Let's 'bloom' like a beautiful flower; like my mom's amaryllis!
Who we turn into when we’re old begins when we are young
The golden years of childhood mold the makings of the man
Like learning the rules of respect, and how to hold the tongue
What habits we should not neglect and doing what we can
To make this world a kinder place with gentler word and deed
To treat one another with grace rather than spite and greed
To be who we imagine when/if we reach ripe eighty-three
Begins long, long before the benediction of fleet/sweet youth
Better to begin now to hone the way we hope to be
Before we look back and bemoan the telling toll of Truth
Tis no small thing to train a child to live/love the way they should
To tame tempers that else run wild, and never lead to good
To be a wise old woman-man is not by accident
We ought to prize, the best we can each opportunity
To mine for wisdom in life’s sacred lease of moments spent
Rather than wasting acres with wild-oat futility
Because Time seems to quicken haste with every passing year
Thus, no one can afford to waste the wealth of Now and Here
Who we want to be when we’re old begins anew, today
To treasure like nuggets of gold, life’s moments as they spill
From choices into consequence we cannot wish away
As they augment investments Time is eager to fulfill
Sooner than we suppose we feel and see and bear the truth
Of what once seemed strange and surreal, turned into living proof
This life is full of schemes, it seems, to teach us how to pray
And give to God our hopes and dreams, while weathering the art
Of ever growing older with each precious, passing day
While turning wrinkles bolder, while nothing new tries the heart
While often we forget while we are busy young
The things we do habitually, shape who we will become
Janet Martin
Janet Martin
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