A couple of days ago we got an email that included this picture of Tweety Bird on his fiftieth birthday.
Anyway – that picture along with other random thoughts got me thinking about aging. So, this morning I wrote this poem. We hope you enjoy it.
Yesterday I did some yard work – not an awful lot
Mixing top soil with other dirt to fill our flower pots
After a couple of hours of swinging the hoe I sat down for a while
And spent some time with memories pulled from an old – old file.
I remembered times when the kids were young and they would call out to me
“Look, Dad, look!” until I came over to see what they wanted me to see
Everything that they discovered or when they could do something new
Had to be shared with me and they showed me what they could do.
“I couldn’t do that last year” they’d say. “But now I’m growing up!”
One was learning to tie her shoes, another was drinking from a cup,
One had learned his multiplication tables, another could catch a ball,
I marveled as I sat on the sideline cheering for them all.
Every year (no – Everyday!) brought so many noteworthy changes
I marveled as they all “grew up” and went through so many phases
With the same enthusiasm that makes children puff their chest with pride
When they tell you that they are four and a half – But soon they will be five!
But, as I sat there on the wall to rest, it occurred to me
I felt like I had worked all day and it was only ten thirty
For some reason I did not feel the urge to loudly call, “Yahoo!”
“Come, look at me and see the things that I can no longer do.”
Instead I pondered and told myself, “It is okay. You’re just growing down!”
In a way – it’s it is just like growing up, simply turned around
My Lord allows me still to live and to work (although in a lesser way)
And, if that is what it takes to grow down – I guess that is just okay
Because sitting on the wall to rest really isn’t half too bad!
I still can recall the memories of all the good years that I’ve had
From now on as my bones ache at night I will say – not with a frown
I’m not really growing older – I’m simply, “Growing Down!”
Even, “growing down” is better here where…
Life is good in Ecuador!