That Ah'm growin' older an will some day be old.
Keep me from that fatal 'abbit o thinkin' Ah must say summit
on ivvery subject an on ivvery occasion.
Release mi from cravin ter straighten aht ivverybody's affairs.
Mek mi thoughful, but not moody, like.
'Elpful but not bossy.
Wi mi vast store o' wisdom, it seems a pitty
not ter use it all...
but Thou knowest Ah want a few friends at't end.
Keep mi mind free o' recital of endless details;
give mi wings ter get ter't point!
Seal mi lips on mi aches an' pains.
Thou knowest they're increasin',
an love o' reheasin' 'em is becomin' sweeter as t'years gu by.
Ah daren't ask fer't grace enough ter enjoy 'tales o' other's pains...
Bur'elp mi endure 'em wi patience.
Ah daren't ask fer improved memory, but fer
'umility an' a lessin' cockiveness
when mi memory seems ter clash wi that of others.
Teach mi t'glorious lesson that, occasionally,
Ah might bi mistaken...
Keep mi reasonably sweet.
Ah dunt want ter be a saint - but a sour old
lass is one o'crownin' works o't devil.
Gi'mi't ability ter see good things in unexpected places.
An talents in unexpected people.
An give mi, O Lord,
a bit o' grace ter tell 'em so.
Ahmen.
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