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GROWING OLD |
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Lord, Thou knowest I am growing older. |
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Keep me from becoming talkative and possessed with the idea that I must express myself on every subject. |
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Release me from the craving to straighten out everyone's affairs. |
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Keep me from the recital of endless detail. Give me wings to get to the point. |
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Seal my lips when I am inclined to tell of my aches and pains. They are increasing with the years and my love to speak of them grows sweeter as time goes by. |
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Teach me the glorius lesson that occasionally 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. |
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Author Unknown |
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