Can I share a rhyme with you, Father?

I read,

‘In my dotage I've become

Inert, defunct, inane.

Oh to be like yesteryear:

Ert, funct and ane again.’[1]

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but now my knowledge is considered out of date.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)

[1] Source unknown.


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