Well, I don't like
growing old,
But I don't want any help,
Like color on my hair, or face lifts,
Just like being myself.
I'll never win a beauty contest,
Or carry a trophy home,
But I have peace and comfort,
In knowing I'm not alone.
God made us special,
Not another just like me,
Don't know if that's good or bad,
But I'm happy as I can be.
So make the best of it,
There's blessings here galore,
So be content with what you have,
Not always wanting more.
Happiness comes from helping others,
And helping fill their needs,
For showing love for others,
Brings joy to them you see.
Happiness comes from giving,
Not taking, that's clearly taught,
For happiness is earned through loving others,
Happiness is never bought.
Faye Reyenga - © -2 / 3 / 2004
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