Mending Time, Till the End
As we roll with the punches of our older years,
Why are they filled with so many tears?
Life is so precious, a gift from God, above;
Let’s cherish it fully and live within His love.
For every ache, there is a strain,
But with every pain, why must we complain?
Beyond these years of aches and trials,
There’s more to come—more journeys, more miles.
Clickety clack, clickety, clack the train runs along the track,
Just like our lives, carried on with every crack.
Eventually, both will wear in time,
One will be mended; the other sublime.
So why waste your days complaining?
Embrace it and start refraining…
Live those older years as they were planned,
For in the end, your body will again be sand.

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