Lord, You know that I am growing older.
Keep me from becoming talkative
and possessed with the idea that
I
must express myself on every subject.
Release me from the craving
to straighten out everyone's affairs.
Keep me from the recital of endless detail.
Give me wings to get to the point.
Seal my lips when I am inclined
to tell of my aches and pains.
They are increasing with the years
and my love to speak of them
grows
sweeter as time goes by.
Teach me the glorious lesson that
occasionally I may be wrong.
Make me thoughtful but not nosey;
helpful but not bossy.
With my vast store
of wisdom and experience
it does seem a pity
not
to use it at all.
But you know, Lord,
that I want a few friends at the end.
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