As I Age

As I age,
I become more concerned with the details of life.
I find I’ve very little control
About the bigger life issues:
The slowing down,
The increasing inability
To do what my mind says I still can;
So, my body just laughs.

As I age,
I become more concerned with the details of life:
Like the placement of the bathmat,
About not leaving the hose on the lawn
But returning it to its place by the house,
Where it belongs

As I age,
I’m unable to travel as I would desire,
But I can still travel through a book.
I’m unable to work the hours I did,
So I have more time for my Devotions.
I’m unwilling to dwell on my aches and pains,
So I can dwell instead on what God wants of me.
If unable to do,
Still, I can pray!