Life’s Most Difficult Season
I’m growing old; my body, breaking down;
trying to become the voice of reason;
most understand; when I act like a clown;
living in life’s most difficult season.
I often forget names; and sometimes, faces;
others, turn away, and just smile;
I’m further confused by times and places;
many, even regard me as senile.
Rheumatoid arthritis has me in its grasp;
struggling; to put on socks and shoes;
I have difficulty with the simplest tasks;
past memories bring me the blues.
This isn’t a seasonal change of weather;
instead; I’m entering life’s final stage;
my physical problems, won’t get better;
I am writing my life’s last page.
My Lord has opened my mind to purpose;
a challenge; before leaving life’s stage;
sharing God’s love is man’s greatest service;
the gift of a lifetime; in my old age.
Love is the greatest gift for those living;
without it; there is only damnation;
no one can go home; without forgiving;
love is the gift of salvation.
I’m growing old; my body, breaking down;
trying to share God’s voice of reason;
only God can share love through a clown;
living in life’s most difficult season.
Monty 2.8.26. # 3,176