Sometimes I think we're growing old
Have aches and pains galore,
But I can't think about it now
'Cause I can't add anymore.
I have to keep on going
Each second of every day
Until I am exhausted
And my head can hit the hay.
So many things have to be done;
the house, the yard, the chores;
I start out in the morning
And end up on all fours.
It seems that when I wake up
The day will never end
And as the day progresses
This fight I'll never win.
But then, just as the day ends
And I survey what I have done,
I know within my very soul
That this day, I now have won.
And as I say my prayers at night
And thank God for strength and power
I know that He's been with me
Every second of every hour.
Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
©4-7-2012
Ms. Caroline
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem