Cataract has started clouding my sight,
Yet I may see with surgery and glasses.
Sclerosis has made my hearing rather hard,
A hearing aid is that’s needed to ward.
Arthritis has bent my back and knees,
A stick to lean and I walk in peace.
Money – much of it I’m losing in medical bills
Many of my friends – Oh, the great Time kills.
A lot more that make me suffer, physically sick
Yet I get on with some luck, a lot of will and trick.
God forbid, I develop a palsy that confines me to bed,
Or a failing memory that brings another human to fend!
Knowing man, Lord! I’ll rather go, than depend.
Take me Lord; leave not me, on some one to depend.
So dear God bless me that I may be in one piece
Till the day you choose for me to Rest In Peace.