Just Half The Man I Used To Be Poem by Denis Martindale

Just half the man I used to be,
Though now I'm twice as old,
With almost all life's history,
A fragment left untold...
And on reflection, lots undone,
Mistakes, mistakes galore,
Yet I'll give credit to God's Son,
He's closer than before...

Just half the man I used to be,
My youth has come and gone
And with old age, infirmity,
Weak legs to walk upon...
With walking sticks as faithful friends,
We now stand side-by-side
And as this chapter gently ends,
By faith, I know I tried...

Just half the man I used to be,
A fraction still remains,
God's hourglass is all I see,
As time steals tiny grains...
What should I do beyond my prayers,
To make these days worthwhile?
Such that God's pleased with my affairs
And they bring Him a smile?

Just half the man I used to be,
What great thing can I do?
Then suddenly, this truth hit me,
I know... I'll pray for you!
Be twice the man that you could be!
Or person that you are!
That way, you won't turn out like me...
Who knows? You could go far!


Denis Martindale, copyright, February 2012.