The only thing that comes without effort is old age.
Instead of counting your years – make your years count.
Forget your birthdays and start remembering your victories.
Mature wisdom only flows from the vessels of experience.
A young man is a theory:
an old man is a fact.
A young man is a question mark:
an old man is an exclamation point:
A young man is potential:
an old man is fulfillment.
The error of youth is to believe intellegence is a
substitute for experience:
The error of aging is to believe experience is a
substitute for intellegence.
NOT GROWING OLD
– by John E. Roberts
They say that I am growing old;
I’ve heard them say it times untold,
In language plain and bold –
But I am not growing old.
This frail old shell in which I dwell
Is growing old – I know full well…
But I am not the shell.
What if my hair is turning grey?
Gray hair is honorable, they say.
What if my eyesight’s growing dim?
I still can see to follow Him
Who sacrificed His life for me
Upon the cross of Calvary.
What do I care if time’s old plow
Has left its furrows on my brow?
Another ‘house’ – not made with hands –
Awaits me in the Glory Land.
What though I falter in my walk?
What though my tongue refuse to talk?
I still can tread the narrow way;
I still can watch, and praise and pray.
My hearing may not be as keen
As in the past it might have been;
Still I can hear my Savior say
In a whisper soft….“This is the way”.
The outward man, do what I can
To lengthen out this life’s short span
Shall perish and return to dust
As everything in nature must.
The inner man, the Scriptures say,
I growing stronger every day;
So how can I be growing old
When safe within my Savior’s fold?
E’er long my soul will fly away
And leave this temporal house of clay;
My body will fall – but I will rise
To sieze the everlasting prize.
I’ll meet you on the streets of gold
And prove that I’m not growing old.