Growing Old
Growing Old
Robert E. Welch, Sr.
July 15, 2018
How did I get so old so fast?
As I looked in the mirror one day.
It seems like only yesterday
I was happily at play.
Where did it go, where can it be?
The spirit of days gone by.
My youth has suddenly disappeared
And all I can ask is “why”?
Now a weathered face I see;
It’s one I barely know.
My tired eyes, my head turned down;
Dark hair has turned to snow.
Growing old comes much too fast
So, live each day the best.
And should a tired face look back
You know it’s time to rest.
Copyright © Robert Welch | Year Posted 2018
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