I've Grown Too Old
Today I’ve grown
into this frame of old.
Shallow now, these eyes so cold.
Shortened memory now replaces
those once familiar, smiling faces.
Days seem so much shorter now,
And my needs … fewer somehow.
I seek no knowledge of new at all;
For I’ve learned too much to recall.
Give me your hand….
There -- that will do….
Now, let me stand.
You see -- I once was younger too.
Would you lead me ‘cross the avenue…
Good … I thank you kindly.
Please -- let me lean awhile on you.
Then I’ll walk alone … just me;
For I know there are things to gain;
Somewhere at the end of yonder lane.
Yes !!! … I see it clearly now…
Those fabled gates -- up ahead.
So, here I’ll say with downcast brow --
Seek me not … for I'll be dead.
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