"Lord, thou knowest better
than I know myself that I am
growing older and
will someday be old.
Keep me from becoming loquacious,
and particularly from the fatal
habit of thinking I must say something
on every subject and every occasion.
Release me from the need to try to
straighten out everybody's affairs.
Make me thoughtful but not moody,
helpful but not bossy. With my vast
store of wisdom, it seems a pity not
to use it all, but Thou knowest, Lord,
that I want a few friends at the end,
at least enough for pallbearers, with
a mourner or two. Do not let the editor
head my obit with the words 'Old Crab
Dies at Last; Everybody Glad.'
Keep my mind free from the recital
of endless details....
give me wings to get to the point.
Seal my lips on my aches and pains.
They are increasing and my love of
rehearsing them is becoming sweeter
as the years go by.
I dare not ask for grace enough to enjoy
the tales of others' pains, but help me
endure them with patience.
Teach me the glorious lesson that
occasionally I may be mistaken.
Give me the ability to see good things
in unexpected places and talents in
Give me the grace to tell them so.
Keep me reasonably sweet; I do not want
to be a saint - some of them are so hard to
live with - but a sour old woman is one of
the crowning works of the devil."
Note: A friend gave me this, and I sincerely hope it goes from my mouth to God's ear. Mr. kenju would say it is already too late.