I'M EVERY AGE I'VE EVER BEEN
( I have put eternity in their hearts Eccl 3:11)
The first three years
were filled with tears
& laughter & colors & every sound
& sitting & standing & falling down
Then around four I focused in
Why, the world was filled with women & men
& kids & animals that all had needs
I wasn't the center, or even the lead
After accepting this terrible fix
I was ready for five & then on to six
I learned to leave Mom & adjusted to school
I learned to act right & to act a fool
& then to my life I added seven
But I kept hold of one
& two through six
Cause I needed those ages
to add to the mix
Eight was great
Nine was fine
Ten through pre teen all still mine
I just kept growing & living my days
Guided by God & learning His ways
The things that He taught me are still in my heart
& as I get older they're playing a part
The day finally got here that all parents dread
But I was delighted, great hopes filled my head
Up through the years hormones bubble & boil
& burst on my scene with trouble & toil
The reason's soon clear, just too many years
All squeezed together with joys & fears
My body's too small! Quick, give me some space!
Ahhhh! God answers prayer, my growth's keeping pace
With the number of years that show on my face
But . . . the hormones still bubble & splash in my eyes
My Parents look different not loving & wise.
Could it be I saw clearer back when I was ten?
Nahhh! That's the problem, I was stupid back then.
What's wrong with my parents? So locked into place
There's a wonderful world but they never change pace
They say the same things from morning to night
What's wrong is still wrong & what's right is still right
But thanks be to God
My parents kept growing
By the time I was twenty
Their wisdom was showing
Finally, my 20s! I'm on my own
This world is a mess but I'm almost grown
They are so lucky I'm on the way
I'll clean up this mess & put it away!
Well, we're running the world now, the 40s are great
We have all the answers but . . . WAIT . . . Wait . . .
What happened to time? Something's not right!
The date shows a decade slipped by over night
I Skipped the 30s! . . . No . . . my children are grown
It must have happened . . . their whole life is known
by the pictures we took & the wrinkles we wear
Our tubby tummies & thinning hair
I thought life would be longer
My bank account stronger
My dreams all completed
My sin life defeated
Maybe I missed a turn on the way
Where are you God? Are you with me today?
In my 50s I learned I didn't know squat
Though I'd piled up the lessons I'd daily been taught
A little bell rang in my memory pool
"Thinking themselves wise they became a fool"
Ohhhh . . . maybe I'm wiser, maybe I grew
I know I don't know what I knew that I knew
When I was just 40 & filled with myself
The self that I've since put away on the shelf
Then in my 60s I learned to listen
& remembered the tears on a face that glistened
Of my eight year old friend that had come to play
I'd hurt her feelings & she'd gone away
Oh friend, who for years in my heart did lay
I finally heard your tears today
& when I did I began to pray
"Lord wherever she is, this eight year old woman
Pour out your love to the child she's becoming"
So-o-o . . . we are becomings . . . for all of our life
Always becoming through joys & strife
The foolish more foolish, the wise more wise
As God offers sight to our blinded eyes
The young have lost touch with this poem by now
It's surpassed their cup & they don't know how
To be an age they've never been
To identify with all old women & men
To be all ages is a thing reserved
For those who the gift of aging has served
glome 2003
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