May I never be so old
That I can’t lie on a floor
Or become so set in my ways
That thinking makes me sore!
May I not be so dismayed
By what I can’t do anymore
And be mindful of what I can do
That I could not do before
May I laugh at the bitter cold
Even when it seems a chore
Appreciate the green of Spring
Isn’t that what Winter’s for?
May I season my old age
With a some pepper and some sage
And hope my conversation
Is not a dreadful bore
Aug 23, 2019
Aug 23, 2019 at 12:19 PM UTC
May I never be so old
That I can’t lie on a floor
Or become so set in my ways
That thinking makes me sore!
May I not be so dismayed
By what I can’t do anymore
And be mindful of what I can do
That I could not do before
May I laugh at the bitter cold
Even when it seems a chore
Appreciate the green of Spring
Isn’t that what Winter’s for?
May I season my old age
With a some pepper and some sage
And hope my conversation
Is not a dreadful bore
