In the dim and distant past
When life's tempo wasn't fast
Grandma used to rock and knit,
Crochet, tat, and baby-sit.
When her kids were in a jam
They could always count on gram.
In an age of gracious living,
Grandma was the gal for giving.
Grandma now is in the gym,
Exercising to keep slim,
She's off touring with the bunch,
Taking clients out to lunch.
Driving north to ski or curl,
All her days are in a whirl.
Nothing seems to stop or block her,
Now that grandma's off her rocker!
Today, upon a bus,
"Cheer up now, you faint-hearted warrior. Not only has Christ traveled the road, but He has defeated your enemies."
A fellow was walking along a country road when he came upon a farmer working in his field. The man called out to the farmer, "How long will it take me to get to the next town?"
But the thing is, even if I could go back, I wouldn't belong there anymore.