There are some days that wear me out,
I think age plays a part,
But, nonetheless, those are the days
That also fill my heart.
With two teeth peeking through,
Or share a laugh with a loved one,
A memory or two.
As a friend walks through pain,
Knowing that when their pain is gone,
That friendship will remain.
Can wear me to the bone,
But being tired easily beats
Walking through life alone!
Little children, let us not love in word or talk but in
deed and in truth.
As for you, brothers, do not grow weary in doing good.
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