Lord, keep me sweet when I grow old,    And things in life seem hard to bear; When I feel sad and all alone,    And people do not seem to care. O keep me sweet when time has caused    This body, which was once so strong, To droop beneath its load of years,    And suffering and pain have come. And keep me sweet when I have grown    To worry so, at din and noise; And help me smile, the while I watch    The noisy play of girls and boys. Help me remember how that I,    When I was younger than today, And full of life and health and joy,    Would romp and shout in happy play. Help me to train my heart each day,    That it will only sweetness hold; And as the days and years roll on,    May I keep sweet, as I grow old. O keep me sweet, and let me look    Beyond the frets that life must hold, To see the glad eternal joys,    Yes, keep me sweet in growing old. Author Unknown