with the idea that I must express myself on
every subject.
Give me wings to get to the point.
my aches and pains. They are increasing with
the years and my love to speak of them grows
sweeter as time goes by.
I may be wrong. Make me thoughtful but
not nosey; 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.
