AGING… a poem of life and faith

This is a picture of my grandfather on my mother’s side…

Callused and worn

Broken and cracked

Wrinkled and withering

Down in the back

Can’t see a thing

Without the aid of some specs

What did you say

My hearing’s a wreck

And yet I still smile

Every single day

God gave me this time

I’ll not waste it away

Do I consider myself lucky

No, that’s not the test

Someone faithful like me

Knows they are blessed

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    1. Hi Liz, It really isn’t, but I as was looking online for a picture I realized this picture of my grandpa was just above me on the wall next to my grandma’s pic. Both of fishing… I guess I get the fishing and writing bug from that side of the family! ;-)))

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