It seems like only yesterday,
Or maybe the day before,
When I could run and jump and play,
Outside our cabin door!
But time has made a change in me.
I struggle now to cope.
My eyes are dim and I can hardly see.
Yet, thank God I still have hope!
These hands that firmly held the plow,
And could "resin up" the bow,
Strain to follow directions now.
For reasons I surely know.
Lately I find it hard to hear,
And my legs that once were nimble,
Only travel a distance near.
Then, they begin to tremble.
My memory once was "sharp as a tack."
But now it's on the wane.
Occasionally I "get off track."
Then, I blame it on my pain!
Friends and loved ones are leaving this world
They've outstripped me in life's race.
But, I shall see them soon I know,
Through God's amazing grace!
My life is a tale that's nearly told.
I'm in the last chapter of my story.
However, I won't admit I'm growing old.
I'm just getting young for Glory!
Robert F. Dotson © 2006