Now that I am old and grey, <br />I don't fear anything any more. <br />Passing time and dimming hours, <br />breathe freshness into my lungs. <br /> <br />One deaf ear sticks out, <br />the other hardly listens. <br />It's a blessing getting old <br />and seeing the error of past ways. <br /> <br />Too much reason at my fingertips. <br />I dream of summer holidays and <br />exciting times in foreign cities: <br />Hong Kong, Taipei - I've been there, you know. <br /> <br />But really, it is just a dull ache <br />of a journey never taken. <br />It's a slow walk down the Chemists now, <br />for brylcream and hairdye.<br /><br />Daniel Norton Smith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/now-that-i-am-old-2/
