My body seems to be rebelling, day after day there’s more pain.

My mind is planning more things to do, but my body is just not the same.

Will I ever again be able to do all that my mind conceives?

Or will I lose power day by day, as a tree in the fall loses its leaves.

I know that my age is a factor, and I won’t be as I was years ago.

Old age doesn’t have to be useless, many seniors are still on the go.

So I guess I’ll do my best, I pray for help every day.

I want to help others as long as I’m here, not be someone who’s just in the way.

Help me, Dear Jesus, to prosper. I want to be of service, not served.

Don’t let me be a burden for others, let me be more than just someone “observed”!