Growing Old
There is, they say, in all of us
A little child, designed to fuss.
More vividly seen the older we grow
As we to all fear not show.
Intent on always having our way,
Not caring often what we say.
Aggravated much by a large crowd,
Demonstrated frequently by being loud.
Maintaining dignity while growing old
Is surely something to behold.
Difficult it is, many would agree,
It is this, however, which all should see.
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