Pleasant Perk Of Aging

Each day I'm engaging with this thing called aging,

and sometimes it doesn't seem fair.

I let out a sigh as in mirror I spy

on my chin a new granny hair.



It seems my forgetter works better and better.

Now what was I going to do?

For those in your youth, let me tell you the truth.

This reality is heading toward you.



My get up and go never more says hello.

It left without saying adieu.

Rocking chair is my friend, right up till the end.

With marathons, I think I'm through.



Age spots dot me like sprinkles. There are plenty of wrinkles.

Most of physical beauty has waned.

Yet I do not despair. For with joy I declare

I can see one thing I have gained.



Through life's school of hard knocks and its aftershocks

and Biblical application,

wrongs I have spurned and lessons I've learned

give me cause for celebration.



I'm now somewhat wiser, can be an adviser

to those traveling life's shifting road.

By God's grace be spurred to give encouraging word

and perhaps lighten somebody's load.



Though steps are measured, still there's one thing I've treasured

in spite of youth taking backstage.

Experiences of life have left me rife

with the gift to bear fruit in old age.

Psalm 92:12-15 The righteous shall flourish like the palm tree: he shall grow like a cedar in Lebanon.

Those that be planted in the house of the LORD shall flourish in the courts of our God.

They shall still bring forth fruit in old age; they shall be fat and flourishing;

To shew that the LORD is upright: he is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in him.