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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345709" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I'm Growing Old</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’M growing old — ‘t is surely so;<br>And yet how short it seems<br>Since I was but a sportive child,<br>Enjoying childish dreams!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I cannot see the change that comes<br>With such an even pace;<br>I mark not when the wrinkles fall<br>Upon my fading face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know I’m old; and yet my heart<br>Is just as young and gay<br>As e’er it was before my locks<br>Of bright brown turned to gray.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know these eyes to other eyes<br>Look not so bright and glad<br>As once they looked; and yet ‘tis nor<br>Because my heart’s more sad.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I never watched with purer joy<br>The floating clouds and glowing skies,<br>While glistening tears of rapture fill<br>These old and fading eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when I mark the cheek, wkere once<br>The bright rose used to glow,<br>It grieves me not to see instead<br>The almond crown my brow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’ve seen the flower grow old and pale,<br>And withered more than I;<br>I’ve seen it lose its every charm,<br>Then droop away and die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then I’ve seen it rise again,<br>Bright as the beaming sky,<br>And young and pure and beautiful—<br>And felt that so shall I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then what if I am growing old?<br>My heart is changeless still,<br>And God has given me enough<br>This loving heart to fill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I love to see the sun go down,<br>And lengthening shadows throw<br>Along the ground, while o’er my head<br>The clouds in crimson glow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I see, beyond those gorgeous clouds,<br>A country bright and fair,<br>Which needs no sun: God and the Lamb<br>Its light and beauty are.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I seem to hear the wondrous song<br>Redeemed sinners sing;<br>And my heart leaps to join the throng<br>To praise the Heavenly King.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I seem to see three cherub boys,<br>As hand in hand they go,<br>With golden curls and snowy wings,<br>Whose eyes with rapture glow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I was young I called them mine —<br>Now Heaven’s sweet ones are they;<br>But I shall claim my own again,<br>When I am called away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Perhaps, when heaven’s bright gate I’ve passed,<br>They’ll know from every other<br>The one who gave them back to God,<br>And haste to call me mother.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">0! 1 am glad I’m growing old!<br>For every day I spend<br>Shall bring me one day nearer that<br>Bright day that has no end.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anonymous+Americas">Anonymous Americas</a><div class=q>
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And yet how short it seems
Since I was but a sportive child,
Enjoying childish dreams!

I cannot see the change that comes
With such an even pace;
I mark not when the wrinkles fall
Upon my fading face.

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