At times we yearn for days gone by
when we were young, we'd never die.
No falt'ring steps, our legs were strong.
Nothing with our health could go wrong.
Our eyes now dim, we cannot see;
we cry "What has become of me?"
We strain to hear our loved one's voice.
Now hearing aids must be our choice.
We cannot dwell upon the past.
Live to the fullest while life lasts.
Our God still has blessings in store
before we reach that final shore.
Open our eyes so we can see
how to serve others, this our plea.
Help us not grumble or complain,
but learn to dance during life's rain.