My grandma gave me this on a little scrap of paper the other day. It was kind of funny...
Lord, Thou knowest I am growing older.
Keep me from becoming talkative and possessed
With the idea that I must express myself on every subject.
Release me from the craving to straighten out everybody's life.
Keep my mind free from the recital of endless detail.
Give me wings to get to the point and then be quiet.
Seal my lips when I am inclined to tell of my aches and pains
That are increasing with the years and my love to speak
Of them grows sweeter as time goes by.
Make me thoughtful but not nosy, helpful but not bossy
With my vast store of wisdom and experience.
It does seem a pity not to use it all but thou knowest Lord
that I want a few friends at the end.
7 years ago
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