A Child Wonders

I looked at my Grandma and wondered,
Will I be like her when I am old?
Will I too be mean and complaining;
Find it harder to smile than to scold?

Will I count all the storms, not the rainbows;
See the clouds in the sky, not the blue?
Will I nurse all my hurts and my trials
And forget all the friends that were true?

No, I'll make my old age something lovely;
I'll make each day count if I can,
And cultivate kindness and service.
Oh, I have a wonderful plan.

For life is just what we make it;
We can carry our load with a smile,
And reap all the things we have planted,
And rejoice when those things are worth while.

For troubles do come without waning,
And frailties are the lot of us all,
But the spirit in which we receive them
Will decide if we stumble or fall.

Gladys Dunham Hunt
Copyright 1980

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