When I Am Old

When I am old, Dear Lord I pray,
Let me be patient as now I am.
And from my crippled chair, please help
Me with my memories.
Past years span
Grant that I be
Staunch and true, yet may I ever
Be gentle.
Help me weave now, for golden years,
A brighter, wiser tapestry.
Help me to love my fellow men.
Give me grace all pain to bear.
And any gifts Thou givest me
Help me to share, Lord.  Help me to share.

By Treva E. Stokes (1912-1980)