IF I EVER GROW OLD
From where my world began throughout my travels to different lands,
The history of my life up until this point has been written and put in a box.
I’m still young, but what is young, a number attached to the years lived here,
It’s a feeling inside, energy that you put out and the wanting of life keeps you young.
If I ever grow old then I’ll have been the lucky one, given a gift of more time to dream,
My book of life will be full of pages that describe who I am and then one day was.
There will be many thoughts and memories of a man’s life, pictures of my existence,
Will I be forever remembered or perhaps thought of by those still living?
Will only the name of me, that which was given be all that rests of my life,
If I ever grow old will I be of good health and mind to sit back in a rocking chair
So that my children or Grandchildren may listen to me as I share my thoughts.
If I ever grow old then to the lord I’ll thank for this book of life full of stories told.