At eighty-six, don’t need a fix
To get me up and movin’.
Though, there are times, I will admit,
I just don’t feel “like groovin’.
So, I’ll just sit, relax a bit,
And watch the world go by.
Sometimes it’s only strolling,
Sometimes it really flies.
But either way, I know His hand
Is firmly at the helm,
As we venture through this land,
straight into His realm.
It’s not enough to say “I’m yours”.
We have to show we mean it,
by sharing love and tenderness
with those who really need it!
C. Allen Yost