Dear Lord

Dear Lord

Dear Lord, I thank you for this day,

I thank you that my hair turns gray,

I know that others fare not well,

I pray for all; and peace to dwell.

Each day as friends grow old as me,

We do not move as young care free,

I think of every one I’ve lost,

I try not tarry up the cost.

E’en now a friend is carried low,

And, all his buddies love him so,

And, pray, and pray for his fine wife,

This quiet man’s tremendous life.

Peter Lowell Paulson

February 18, 2015