How can that be--you
are nearly eighty years old?
Because I have accepted pain
comes with age
An Angel spoke to me today
Whispered you are too old to be
weeding on your knees
So I went inside and took a nap
Tomorrow well be the first day of my life
That I will never be young again
But no one will work my garden for me
It was a nice thing my son and his wife
Paying a gardener once a week to mow my lawn
and do odd jobs-- but no
and The walker put it away
I refuse to be pushed around
Because I won't go easily
Angels are saying I should come
Heaven is a stroke away
But I have work to do today
I awoke smiling it is a new day
The first day of my life
I have accepted being a Senior citizen
So kids get out of my way
I'm on this sunny day going out to play
It beats laying down going out the other way