This Ole House of Mine

Arthritis must be lurking
Cause my neck is getting sore
I have aches and pains within me
Like I’ve never felt before.

I know I’m getting older
I can’t take the heat and cold
My feet are often weary
Could it be I’m growing old.

My fingers aren’t as nimble
My knees, hear how they creak
It seems my memory fails me
When I open up to speak.

My eyesight now has weakened
I don’t see as once before
My hearing once so perfect
Has now become a chore.

The rocking chair is calling
I often need to rest
A day of heavy labor
Can put me to the test.

I now have indigestion
Never did when I was young
I have heartburn and bursitis
Guess old age has now begun.

The shell that holds this body
Tends to age some everyday
My arms are getting painful
And my body seems to sway.

Someday, I’ll shed this carcass
Won’t need this house no more
God will gently beckon
To that distant golden shore.

I’ll have no need of doctors
My soul will be set free
No need for canes or dentures
No more aches and pains for me.

I will soar just like an eagle
In that glory land up high
I will dwell amid the angels
And my soul will never die.

~ Marilyn Ferguson ~
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[ Author: Marilyn Ferguson Copyright © 2005 -- {used with permission} ]