As I Grow Old
Poet: Arnold West
God, keep my heart attuned to laughter
when youth is done;
when all the days are gray days, coming after
The warmth, the sun.
God keep me then from bitterness, from
grieving,
When life seems cold;
God keep me always loving and believing
As I grow old.
Thank You GOD for another Year!!
ZENA GALLERY 