Can I share a rhyme with you, Father?
‘In my dotage I've become
Inert, defunct, inane.
Oh to be like yesteryear:
Ert, funct and ane again.’
Do you like that,
Or have you heard it before?
Sometimes I feel
That my use-by date has expired;
That I am of no further use;
That I am simply occupying a chair in a waiting room
until my turn comes.
Once I was needed.
I helped with the grand-children—
but now the young ones have grown.
I helped at church fetes—
but now I’m expected to sit and drink tea.
I offered advice—
but now my knowledge is considered out of date.
Is this how it is to be, Father?
Are there things still waiting for me to do?
And will I see them when you show them to me?
You have taught me ever since I was young, and I still tell of your wonderful acts. Now that I am old and my hair is grey, do not abandon me, O God! Be with me while I proclaim your power and might to all generations to come. (Psalm 71: 17–18, GNT)
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