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.
(Robert William Service)
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