Growing of Age
to grow old
our staggering walk
though the spirit remain
age falls upon the face
to look at the youth
inside I must laugh
never believing that one day
the wisdom I would gain
for only of age
each painted picture
ingrained
and each realization
granted
as I age
without a pain
I ponder and dream
without a care of lonesome need
for I have grow beyond the worry
and I pray somehow you see...
Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2017
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