A Prayer For Growing Old Gracefully
Lord, Thou knowest better than I myself that
I am growing older and will someday be old.
Keep me from the fatal habit of thinking
I must say something on every subject and on
every occasion.Release me from craving to
straighten out everybody’s affairs.
Make me thoughtful but not moody; helpful but
not bossy. With my vast store of wisdom, it
seems a pity not to use it all; but Thou
knowest, Lord, that I want a few friends at
the end. Keep my mind free from the recital
of endless details; give me wings to get to
Seal my lips on my aches and pains; they are
increasing, and love of rehearsing them is
becoming sweeter as the years go by.I dare
not ask for improved memory, but for a growing
humility and a lessening cock-sureness when
my memory seems to clash with the memories of others.
Teach me the glorious lesson that occasionally
I may be mistaken.Keep me reasonably sweet,
for a sour old person is one of the crowning
works of the devil. Give me the ability to
see good things in unexpected places and talents
in unexpected people; and give, O Lord,
the grace to tell them so.