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Shirley Hile Powell

My body grows old and weary
Yet my heart is young and gay.
Old age reaches out to claim me
But I'll fight him all of the way.

Nay, I'll not give in to pity,
My laughter will keep me free.
I'll not grow old just yet,
There's too much I want to see.

Pain and suffering I'll push to aft.
I'll keep smiles upon my face.
Old age and I run neck and neck
But I plan to win the race.

Whatever God has in store for me
And whatever old age imparts
There's one thing that I pray for
And that's to remain young at heart.