Complain

Many years have passed me by

Since I was born,

And I'm nearing the time

To spend with my Lord.

My mind still feels young,

But my body does complain some.

I have forgotten more than most youngsters learn

And am still able to be taught more.

I can still do a lot of chores;

I am not decrepit as yet.

My hands are still steady,

Even tho my eyes are a little weak.

I am not angry with my age,

But I do get mad at people who think I'm "old".

Although I'm just as guilty as they,

Cause I used to treat elderly the same way.

I now have a greater respect,

For the much older generation,

Because one year I'll be there

In that very same situation.

It's not that I hate growing old,

And unable to look my best;

It's the wrinkles on my face

And my body sagging this way.

I wish age would come more gracefully,

But it seams to seek me anyway.

Then again it's Gods plan;

I guess I must complain too much.

by Jann Newland