Though it could apply to youngsters too!


Lord, Thou knowest better than I know myself, that I am growing

older, and soon shall be old.


Keep me from that fatal habit of thinking I must say something

on every subject, and on every occasion.


Release me from the craving to straighten out everybody's



Make me thoughtful, but not moody, helpful, but not bossy.

With my little store of wisdom, it seems a pity not to use it all

but Thou knowest Lord, that I want a few friends at the end.


Keep my mind free from the recital of endless details;  give

me wings to get to the point.


Seal my lips on my aches and pains - they are increasing, and

love of rehearsing them is becoming sweeter as the years go by.


I dare not ask for improved memory, but I pray for a growing

humility, and a lessening cocksureness, when my memory seems

to clash with the will of others.


Teach me the glorious lesson that occasionally I may be mistaken.


Keep me reasonably sweet.  I do not want to be a saint - some

of them are so hard to live with - but a sour old person is one

of the works of the devil.


Give me the ability to see good things in unexpected places

and talents in unexpected people, and give me Lord, the grace

to tell them so.