In the future, my hair will turn white and less;
my skin will be rough;
and even though I don't smile,
my face will have some cracks.
In the future, I will be like this bark,
old and cranky,
but still alive and blooming,
for one ultimate purpose:
to live life for the glory of my maker,
until He takes me away from my place
and to finally see His face.
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