It ought to be lovely to be old <br />to be full of the peace that comes of experience <br />and wrinkled ripe fulfilment. <br /> <br />The wrinkled smile of completeness that follows a life <br />lived undaunted and unsoured with accepted lies <br />they would ripen like apples, and be scented like pippins <br />in their old age. <br /> <br />Soothing, old people should be, like apples <br />when one is tired of love. <br />Fragrant like yellowing leaves, and dim with the soft <br />stillness and satisfaction of autumn. <br /> <br />And a girl should say: <br />It must be wonderful to live and grow old. <br />Look at my mother, how rich and still she is! - <br /> <br />And a young man should think: By Jove <br />my father has faced all weathers, but it's been a life!<br /><br />David Herbert Lawrence<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beautiful-old-age-2/
