One of my favorite poems written by my husband. Difficult to believe it has been 19 months since his passing. Along with his faith, he also had a wonderful sense of humor.
New Living Translation (NLT)
4 I will be your God throughout your lifetime—
until your hair is white with age.
I made you, and I will care for you.
I will carry you along and save you
It’s wrinkled now more than before
It hurts when I have to bend,
It still looks much the way it did
But like some long lost, old friend,
It’s not that I would throw it out
Or even change it if I could,
It’s just that so much time has come and gone
It’s not running as it should,
A wrinkle here, a wrinkle there
Some poundage added on,
The vision’s getting fuzzy
And the hair is almost gone,
The teeth are doing alright, I think
I floss and brush them every day,
Then I put them in that little glass
And promptly put them out of the way,
Then there are those pills to help it run
So many I lose track,
When I go away on a trip
They fill up a large backpack,
But there’s nothing much that we can do
Things are just what they are,
We can either sit here crying in our beer
Or go on and open up the bar,
Because time is a cruel pacesetter
It marches to its own beat,
I only hope there’s still some Epsom salts
So I can soak my tired old feet.
©2018 by William Pierce
Thank You for always being near, for always caring for us, and for always loving us.