I'll Not Grow Old

Aging isn't easy but it's all in the mind and heart.

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The days drag on

The years fly by

I stop to yawn,

Then start to cry

For I am old,

I greatly fear.

No longer bold

Nor seeing clear.

I stumble

as I walk along,

And mumbling

Is my new song.

I cannot hear,

As you know well.

And yesterday

I tripped and fell.

But deep inside,

Yet speaking out

Is that young bride,

Who roams about

Startling me

When I would weep

Reminding me

Memories will keep.

I'll not grow old

Within my heart

I'll not be cold,

She'll not depart.

I'll keep my bride

And teenage self

Along for the ride,

Not on the shelf

I'm only as young

As I believe.

My bell's not rung.

I will not grieve.

My heart will sing

My mind is clear

Age - just a thing,

No bother, dear.

By Clarissa Woonsocket

From: United States

Website: http://mrswoonsocket.wordpress.com