Somehow the skies don't seem so blue <br /> As they used to be; <br />Blossoms have a fainter hue, <br /> Grass less green I see. <br />There's no twinkle in a star, <br /> Dawns don't seem so gold . . . <br />Yet, of course, I know they are: <br /> Guess I'm growing old. <br /> <br />Somehow sunshine seems less bright, <br /> Birds less gladly sing; <br />Moons don't thrill me with delight, <br /> There's no kick in Spring. <br />Hills are steeper now and I'm <br /> Sensitive to cold; <br />Lines are not so keen to rhyme . . . <br /> Gosh! I'm growing old. <br /> <br />Yet in spite of failing things <br /> I've no cause to grieve; <br />Age with all its ailing brings <br /> Blessings, I believe: <br />Kindo' gentles up the mind <br /> As the hope we hold <br />That with loving we will find <br />Friendliness in human kind, <br /> Grace in growing old.<br /><br />Robert William Service<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/growing-old-3/
