OUR BOOK OF LIFE

My wife and I are up in age.

We're coming close to the final page.

Our book of life was quite well written.

With each others love we were truly smitten.

The pages are yellowing but not torn out,

For a few more years we have some clout.

The leaves to be filled are fewer now,

But to the grim reaper we do not bow.

The book we are writing,

Has one chapter in all.

It began with "I DO,"

And will end with God's call.

The blessings we shared,

In times that were good,

Overshadowed the others,

And we did what we could.

To make life better, For the family we made.

We taught them all, Not to be afraid.

Of the things to come. They'll be much better.

If you lend not a thing, And don't be a debtor.

Love one another as you love yourself.

Walk tall in life and not like an elf.

Be a hero to all that pass your way,

And let God be your guide day after day.

These are some of the lines,

From our book of life,

As we taught each one,

About the struggles and strife.

Now while bringing our book to a final close,

We are still helping our young with their woes.

Now when the cover closes on the very last page,

God will take over and we'll be well up in age.

Written by L.M.Willson

TO GRANDMOTHER WITH LOVE.

I had an angel here beside me,

Sent to Earth to help and guide me,

An angel always there for me

Because she loved and cared for me.

She did the things that angels should:

She taught me what was bad and good,

She gave me hope when no one cared,

She held my hand when I was scared,

She cheered me up when I was down

She could make a smile from a frown,

She doctored me when I was sick,

And many another angel trick.

Today my angel earned her wings,

Her halo, harp and other things.

But today I'm lost and all alone

For today God called my angel home.

Author:David Pawson

How do I know that my youth is all spent?

How do I know that my youth is all spent?

My get-up and go has got-up and went

But in spite of it all I am able to grin

When I think of where my get-up has been!

Old age is golden, so I have heard said

Yet I sometimes wonder when I get out of bed

With my ears in a drawer, my teeth in a cup

My eyes on the table, until I wake up.

As sleep dims my eyes, I say to myself

Is there anything else I should have laid on the shelf?

But I am happy to say as I close my door

My friends are the same, perhaps even more

.When I was young my slippers were red

I would kick my heels, right over my head.

As I grew older my slippers were blue

Still I could dance the whole evening through.

Now I am older, my slippers are black,

I walk to the store, and puff my way back!

The reason I know my youth is all spent,

My get-up and go has got-up and went

But I really don't mind when I think with a grin

Of all the grand places my get-up has been.

Since I have retired from life's competition

I busy myself with life's repetition.

I get up each morning and dust off my wits

Pick up the paper and read the Obits

If my name is missing,

I know I'm not dead.

So I eat a good breakfast

And go back to bed!

"Author Unknown"

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