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Growing Old Ain't No Fun
by Joan Estelle High
©4-14-2005

This growing old ain't what it is cracked up to be.
To grow old "gracefully" seems even harder to me.
Living in somebody else's house that you only rent.
Thanking the good Lord that the house is not a tent.

It's hard to walk gracefully, if your knees refuse to bend.
Once you start going down hill, it is like there is no end.
First you give up working, so there goes your pay check.
  Your  health begins to go and your body becomes a wreck.

Next  you have to give up sex and are glad to get a friendly pat.
Lucky if you get some hugs , you're happy with an occasional chat.
You give up eating good , because by now  you are way to stout.
 Buying new clothes is not an option, besides you're not going out.

A social event means a doctor appointment , church if you are so inclined.
There is not much hope that it means that you will be both  wined and dined.
There are some  older  genteel folks who have some money left to spend.
It is cocktail hours, dressed up in  new outfits and visiting with their friend.

Life in a  fancy assisted homes, trips across desert sands and deep blue seas.
 I  must have missed that boat, as I ended up with no money, t 'was my destiny. 
There are some  things I won't give up, what ever happens to this mortal frame.
I won't give up my faith that God is good, and that He knows me by my name.

Knowing that when I am called back home and stand before His golden seat,
I will tell the Lord, I did my best, with what I had, rather then to steal or cheat.
I may get a few  points on His books, from the way I lived my life day to day.
And He will remember that I helped his animals when ever one came my way.

I never did anything great, but there were good things that nobody saw me do.
The world never held me in high regard,  But in God's house there are some that do....

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