Dear LPG, 

I came across these words recently and cannot help but take stock of the differences in outlook that 30 years can make in a person.  I think that this poem leans towards the similarities. though.  

Being a lady of a certain age, I think that most writers will not be surprised that I have no intention of stating numbers here, but thirty years ago, retirement was just making itself known on the distant horizons of my future and, having taken a look at the words some thirty years after I was inspired to write them, I don’t think that my view of the future has changed that much, 

I wonder if people that read it at this time, whatever their age, will see and recognise the positivity I hope I included then and still stand by now... 

OLD AGE AND HAPPY MEMORIES 

I’m getting old and frail and weak. 
I’m getting old, new strength I seek. 
I need new strength; I need new sight. 
Lord, fill me with your power and might. 
My eyes are dim; life is a burden. 
I’ve lost “my Jim”; I’m heavy and laden. 

There are no tears, my eyes are dry. 
If there were tears, I’d surely cry. 

Though I am old and my hair is grey, 
It is good to be alive today! 

I’ve lived a long and useful life, 
I was a Mother and a Wife. 
I’m getting on, I’m all alone; 
In spite of this I should not moan. 
My memories will keep me strong, 
While I pretend that I’m still young. 

©1995 By Beverly Gooden-Wilson