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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Here Is Something A Little Different

This is the Cleveland skyline and my grandma. I know it makes no sense to you why I would put the two pictures together so I am going to tell a little story.

One of the towers in the picture glows in the dark at the needle of it. When it glowed it seemed to have a white face. My gram worked at the Cleveland Post Office as a mail Sorter, she worked night shift. I would sit in the brown station wagon with imitation wood paneling on the outside and inside. The post office was in one of those buildings. It seemed to me that when that tower glowed it looked like Frosty The Snowman. It didn't matter if it was summer time we would sit in the car and sing Frosty all the way to my grams work place.

The Lord Likes Me This Way

I'm old and fat
I have lost my teeth
My hair is getting thin
And when I look back on my life
I was never meant to win
Each hill I've climbed
Has been a task
That almost blew my mind
But I have seen the sunshine
In my life lots of times
I've climbed up mountains
And looked out on a view
A million times more beautiful
Than you 'city fellers' knew
I have walked in meadows
Decorated by snow
Where only footprints
Of God's little critters show
But time has robbed me of my youth
And painted my hair gray
When I walk I know I stoop
For age made me that way
When you look at me you laugh
"What a funny old lady" you say
But what you think don't bother me-
The Lord likes me this way.,

She Planted Flowers

I do not fear the demon death
For you can only steal my breath
My immoral soul you cannot kill
No matter what your evil will
You cannot take my memory
From those who knew and cared for me
You cannot take the flowers away
Whose seed I planted day by day
You cannot take the loving smiles
The kisses of a little child
The memories of sunshine days
The smiles I shared along the way
You cannot take the friends away
I gathered through the years
You cannot take the beauty
You cannot steal the tears
You cannot still the laughter
You cannot stop the pain
Until when all is over
I know I'll live again
If in the end my like be stilled
My memories will be fulfilled
If I can hear some dear friend say
"She planted flowers along the way."