There is nothing wrong with growing old and dying. The problem is too many people die and then grow old.

When the death of Calvin Coolidge was made public, someone quipped, "But how can they tell?"

George Bernard Shaw once said that the epitaph for many people should read, "Died at 30; buried at 60."

Steve Franscioli sent me the following poem sometime ago, and I've been dying to use it in a sermon. Now is my chance. It's titled "A Little Mixed Up". It goes like this.

Just a line to say I'm living
That I'm not among the dead;
Though I'm getting more forgetful,
And more "mixed up" in the head.

For sometimes I can't remember
When I stand at the foot of the stair,
If I must go up for something,
Or I've just come down from there!

And before the 'fridge, so often,
My poor mind is filled w…