July 3, 2021
Lord knows I’m gettin’ weary and my walk’s a little slow.
My hair has turned to silver, but my heart still has a glow.
My mind is still a dancin’, but the spring has left my step.
I can’t remember when it was that through the night slept.
My head’s still overflowing with the things I’d like to do,
But my body sings a different tune, “Let’s only pick a few.”
If I try to overdo it, then my bones respond with hurt.
My body wants me sitting down, my mind is still alert.
The body’s weak and slowing down, the mind’s still going strong.
The two don’t mix, we coexist, but we don’t get along.
Perhaps a soul bound up inside a body weak and frail,
Begins to learn new ways to cope, to spread its wings and sail.
I read, I pray, and listen, then I wait until I’ve heard.
I seek the truth, then write it down, I try to spread the word.
Someday I’ll leave this frame behind, transcend this earthly plane,
And rise to heights I’ve never seen, can never here attain.