Let me grow lovely, growing old-- <br />So many fine things do: <br />Laces, and ivory, and gold, <br />And silks need not be new; <br />And there is healing in old trees, <br />Old streets a glamour hold; <br />Why may not I, as well as these, <br />Grow lovely, growing old?<br /><br />Karle Wilson Baker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/let-me-grow-lovely/
