Getting Old

Although my hair has turned to gray,
And wrinkles cover my face,
Doesn't mean that I'm not me,
But my youth has been replaced.

I can no longer do the things,
That I did when I was younger.
I eat far less than I once did,
But don't let me die of hunger.

I forget a lot of things at times,
I may even forget your name.
But please don't hold it against me,
As I love you just the same.

Just because I'm getting old,
And find things much harder to do.
Doesn't mean I don't enjoy,
All the time I get to spend with you.

Please don't call that nursing home,
I'm just not ready to go there yet.
I still need the family I love,
Although I make you worry and fret.

Don't give up on me because I'm old,
And you think I'm more trouble than I'm worth.
My days are now numbered,
My time's much shorter on earth.

Soon the Lord will call me home,
A burden I'll no longer be.
But don't send me to a nursing home,
Please spend my last days with me !!

Brenda D King January 2007
Give life to those, who gave Life to You !!

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