Do I still have the wisdom
To be happy about little things?
Can I still spread my little wings;
Listen to a running stream without boredom;
Smell fresh air, flowers;
See the blueness of the sky,
The greenness of the grass growing by;
Marvel at ancient towers?
Oh, I think I do.
I just forget sometimes.
Thank Thee, Father, for these rhymes.
Thank Thee for taking me through!