This Ole House of Mine






This Ole House of Mine


Arthritis must be lurking

Cause my neck is getting sore

I have aches and pains within me

Like I've never felt before.


I know I'm getting older

I can't take the heat and cold

My feet are often weary

Could it be I'm grown old.


My fingers aren't as nimble

My knees, hear how they creak

It seems my memory fails me

When I open up to speak.


My eyesight now has weakened

I don't see as once before

My hearing once so perfect

Has now become a chore.


The rocking chair is calling

I often need to rest

A day of heavy labor

Can put me to the test.


I now have indigestion

Never did when I was young

I have heartburn and bursitis

Guess old age has now begun.


The shell that holds this body

Tends to age some everday

My arms are getting painful

And my body seems to sway.


Someday, I'll shed this carcass

Won't need this house no more

God will gently beckon

To that distant golden shore.


I'll have no need of doctors

My soul will be set free

No need for canes or dentures

No more aches and pains for me.


I will soar just like an eagle

In that glory land up high

I will dwell amid the angels

And my soul will never die.


Author/Written By:

Marilyn Ferguson







Graphic is used with

the permission of:

Moon & Back Graphics




Music: "This Ole House"

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