God, another year is gone.
Am I any wiser? Maybe a little.
One thing I know for sure: You walked with me through every hour of every day, though I could not always feel your presence.
Thank you for what has passed, and thank you for what is to come.
Amen.
(From Hallmark "Little Book of Prayers for Busy Women" - thanks, Mercelle - I'm loving this book!!)
Mochadot
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Happy birthday Linda. Praise God for another year and a new year.
Mercelle
Happy Birthday, Linda:
The following is a poem from "When I Am An Old Woman I Shall Wear Purple" that I read whenever I need a reminder that I am in "Senior Citizen Training." I hope you will enjoy it as much as I do.
Love Ya!
Warning
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people's gardens
And learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.
Jenny Joseph
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