I asked the old man, "How do you do?"
Then his words laid heavy on my mind;
"Why, I'm as good as a soul could be,
For yesterday I just leave b'hind.
And every day I know I'm blessed,
More than any earthly soul should be;
For the Father gives me so much more,
Than I have any right to receive.
Yes sir, I am doing pretty good,
I'm happy and fit as a fiddle;
For God is good and life's mighty fine,
Enjoy it's the key to your riddle!
So long," he said, as I pondered
The words of this one so old and wise;
Then I prayed, as I went on my way,
"Thanks Lord, again You opened my eyes."
© Loyd C. Taylor, June 2009