Though I grow old, <br />(hair turning white) , <br />stiff-boned and cold <br /> <br />I take delight <br />(though I grow old) <br />in all that's bright <br /> <br />and strong and bold <br />and praise the light, <br />though I grow old.<br /><br />Robin Skelton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/aging-2/
