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Robert W Service - Growing OldRobert W Service - Growing Old
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Somehow the skies don`t seem so blue        As they used to be; Blossoms have a fainter hue,        Grass less green I see. There`s no twinkle in a star,        Dawns don`t seem so gold . . . Yet, of course, I know they are:        Guess I`m growing old. Somehow sunshine seems less bright,        Birds less gladly sing; Moons don`t thrill me with delight,        There`s no kick in Spring. Hills are steeper now and I`m        Sensitive to cold; Lines are not so keen to rhyme . . .        Gosh! I`m growing old. Yet in spite of failing things        I`ve no cause to grieve; Age with all its ailing brings        Blessings, I believe: Kindo` gentles up the mind        As the hope we hold That with loving we will find Friendliness in human kind,        Grace in growing old.
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