The Toll Taken

I used to be able to bake a cake
I used to be able to sew
I used to be able to garden
Planting vegetables row by row

I used to be able to walk to town
or visit a neighbour alone
I used to be able to clean and cook
Keep a shiny dust-free home

My garden was a sight to see
with flowers for every season
A greenhouse full of seedlings
pure enjoyment was the reason

I used to be able to see the  face
of a loved one or a friend
Hear a conversation clearly
read a novel to the end

But the years have taken their toll on me
and life is harder each day
but maybe the good Lord has planned it so
that I could sit often to pray