One old lady kept a sighing;
Said she wasn’t young,
Didn’t look as sweet’s she used to,
Times were all unstrung;
Troubles doubled aches, and favors
Went a flying past,
Wrinkles stung like thorns and eyesight
Kept a falling fast.
One old lady kept a saying
Life was like the spring,
Brighter blossoms always coming,
Birds around to sing;
Troubles come ---- and went; she let ‘em,
Didn’t count the throng.
Thanked the Lord’ most every morning
She’d been young so long!
No comments:
Post a Comment