sunday morning message - “Getting Old…”
As I write, tears fall down my cheek,
I am a man and I feel a need to speak…
I fight everyday to be proud and walk like a man,
Will there come a day when I find it hard to simply stand…
Will I still be fighting the fight,
When getting older is all that is in sight…
Will those that see me, see the man I am,
Will the days that unfold, have a bearing on my plan…
If the end that I fear is closer than I know,
How should I live today, can I still learn and grow…
I want to protect, provide and walk proud,
What if the voice inside contradicts and is way too loud…
Can I continue this path, knowing I will become weak,
If I cannot, then different answers I must seek…
When I am there and look back,
What will I have and what will I lack…
Before the race is done,
I must know where I need to run…
To accept failure is not a choice,
But whatever happens, will I listen to the voice…
That lies inside, that lies ahead,
Before I wake I pray that the path, I may be led…
For those I love, I pretend to be strong and brave,
Simply, because I place my fears down deep in a cave…
I roar like a lion to protect and provide,
Yet the real me at times, looks to hide…
The future’s based upon the past that I live,
Who I am, who I’ll be and what I have to give…
- tjd
