The Perfect Age
If I could live my life again
I might wish to be twenty
When life and love still lay ahead
And dreams were mine aplenty.
Or it’s probable that thirty
Would be just the age for me,
With my three children gathered
Round my still shapely knee.
Or could I live my life again
I might choose to be forty.
With cares of early childhood past,
I had time to look sporty.
But as I ponder on it,
Life was still great at fifty.
Free then to love myself a bit.
Yes, fifty would be nifty.
But since I can’t go back in time,
I’ll love the age I’m living,
Knowing the good Lord is my judge
And that He is forgiving.
By: Joyce Johnson
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