Pain and anguish night and day
Sleeping little
Every step hurts before knee replacement
Then a fall and rehab and new aches and pains
Seventy is a tough year, the bloom is off the rose
Planned trips scuttled by a surprise event
Tomorrow has new ills to experience
Time moves at a rapid pace
Driving is a chore
Stamina falls by the wayside
Seventy is a tough year, the bloom is off the rose
Precious grand children growing up
Enjoying their excitement
Loving the things they see
Seeing what they are becoming
Their comments and foibles, precious ones
Seventy is a blessed year, I’m better than I was
Decades of answered prayers
Friends more than I can count
Life is good in spite of the pain
Precious children, wonderful grandchildren
Comfort from the Lord my King
Seventy is a blessed age, Jesus loves me
Clay Corvin – on the occasion of Carol’s 70th Wonderful Birthday
