There are tons of jokes and poems about the effects of getting old. When I was younger I used to tell the jokes and laugh at the poems, but lately I haven’t found it to be quite so funny. Probably because it’s hitting a bit too close to home in describing my journey with aging.
I found this cute poem called “I Can’t Remember.” I tried to find out who the author of this humorous work is, which so aptly describes me, but either they forgot who they are or they chose to remain anonymous. Enjoy.
Just a line to say I’m living
that I’m not among the dead,
Though I’m getting more forgetful
and mixed up in my head
I got used to my arthritis
to my dentures I’m resigned,
I can manage my bifocals
but God, I miss my mind
For sometimes I can’t remember
when I stand at the foot of the stairs,
If I must go up for something
or have I just come down from there?
And before the fridge so often
my poor mind is filled with doubt,
Have I just put food away, or
have I come to take some out?
And there’s a time when it is dark
with my nightcap on my head,
I don’t know if I’m retiring, or
just getting out of bed
So, if it’s my turn to write you
there’s no need for getting sore,
I may think I have written
and don’t want to be a bore
So, remember that I love you
and wish that you were near,
But now it’s nearly mail time
So I must say goodbye, dear
There I stand beside the mail box
with a face so very red,
Instead of mailing you my letter
I opened it instead
Seriously, recently I have been noticeably absentminded and find myself straining to remember things that I know as well as I know my name is Marvin. LOL! No, really, it has been bothering me, and I’ve mentioned it several times to people, at least I think I have, and they all say it has nothing to do with age. They say I just have too much on my mind and on my plate. I appreciate that polite suggestion that I am not really getting too old to remember names and places, and I hope that is true, but…who really knows?
Here are a few things that I do know and can recall with clarity. I do know that I am a child of the King, and Jesus Christ is my Lord and Savior. I can recall the day I asked Janna to be my wife, which was the smartest thing I have done apart from asking Christ to be the Lord of my life. I can recall the journey I have been on with Love Akron for almost 25 years and the wonderful people who have walked this path of faith with me. I still can vividly remember and can feel the emotion I was experiencing when I said yes to God’s call on my life into the ministry. That memory has sustained me through many dangers, toils, and snares. I know that it was grace that has brought me safe thus far, and it will be grace that will lead me home.
So having just walked through the Thanksgiving season, and as I walk the path to the manger once again this advent season, I pause to remember why we celebrate Christmas and pause to say THANK YOU! I’ll leave you with two thoughts and a question. First, be patient with us “older” people who are going through so many changes it could almost be dubbed a second puberty. It’s tough to navigate, and it’s made even tougher when we feel like our usefulness has expired, which brings me to my second thought. Our society tends to value youthfulness and look with disdain at signs of aging. Let’s value people at all stages of life and learn from others at different stages than we are in currently.
Finally, the question. Have I told you lately that I love you? If I have, just chalk it up to my forgetfulness, and if I haven’t just chalk it up to “I forgot to tell you and so I am now.” Truly, you are loved and don’t forget it!