I thought about posting this on the wisdom thread, but then thought it might get lost there. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did (do?).
I found this on a racing forum. The poster (is that correct grammar?
) had lifted it from another board and did not know the origin. So, I would credit it if I knew where it came from, but I don't.
I do, however, find it to be advice I would like to try and live by.
Lord, thou knowest better than I know myself that I am growing older,
Will someday be old.
Keep me from getting talkative, and particularly from the fatal habit of
thinking I must say something on every subject and every occasion.
Release me from the craving to try to straighten
everyone's affairs. Make me thoughtful, but not moody; helpful
but not bossy. With my vast store of wisdom it seems a pity
not to use it all, but thou knowest, Lord that I want
a few friends at the end.
Keep my mind from the recital of endless details; give me the wings
to get to the point.
Seal my lips of my many aches and pains. They are increasing and
my love of rehearsing them is becoming sweeter
as the years go by.
I ask for grace enough to listen to the talks of other's pains.
Help me endure them patiently.
Teach me the glorious lesson that occasionally it is possible that
I maybe mistaken.
Keep me reasonably sweet; I do not want to be a saint, some are
hard to live with, but a sour old person is one of the crowning works of the
devil. Help me to extract all possible fun out of life. There are so many
funny things around us and I don't want to miss any of them.