Lord, Thou knowest better 
			than I know myself 
			that I am growing older...
			Keep me from the fatal habit of
		   	thinking I must say something
			on every subject and on every occasion.
			Release me from craving to
		   	straighten out everybody's affairs.
			Make me thoughtful but not moody;
			helpful but not bossy.

			With my vast store of wisdom,
			it seems a pity not to use it all,
			but Thou knowest, Lord,
			that I want a few friends
			at the end.