Growing Old

I'm not afraid of growing old.
For age brings so much grace
There is no beauty more sincere
Than the lines on an aged face
There is no silver more honestly earned
Than the silver in someones hair
No, I'm not afraid of growing old
There is no worry there.

But help me lord to look at things
And watch the sunsets gold
To see the beauty in a tree
Smell the fragrance of a rose
To watch the seasons come and go
To breath their beauty rare
To feel the rain upon my face
The wind blow through my hair.

I want to walk with the children
And think on childish things
Watch the beauty of the first snowfall
See the promises of spring
The joyfulness of Christmas time
The happy thoughts it brings
I never want to let go of
My faith in childish things.

I'm not afraid of growing old
That holds no fear for me
I hope that I can live to be
The last leaf on the tree
Still golden dreams of happy times
Can fill my memories cup
I'm not afraid of growing old
Just of growing up.

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