<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365733" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Getting Old</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now that we're suddenly old and tired, <br>The mirrors are never as kind, <br>We venture out in a world that changed<br>As our youth slipped far behind; <br>We only walk at a snail's pace<br>And shiver in autumn rain, <br>Then stop to rest, as the evening light<br>Draws down on us, once again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The young look on, but they never see<br>They'll be old one day, like us, <br>They think we live in some cobweb dream<br>And just fade away, and rust; <br>When I come in from the world outside<br>And shutter the outer door, <br>I see my lover still waits for me<br>As she's done so often before.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I tend to gaze at her longer now, <br>To capture her in my mind, <br>We're not too sure of the time we've got<br>So we tend to be more than kind, <br>I kiss her gently and watch the glow<br>Of stars, at the back of her eyes, <br>And she opens up like a flower in spring<br>At a touch, or a sweet surprise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then many an evening, after dark<br>When the wind howls up at the moon, <br>I gently unwrap my sweetest gift<br>And rest my face in the gloom, <br>She sighs and soughs like a gentle breeze, <br>Leans back like a sapling bent, <br>And touch is a pit at the end of the world<br>Where our last few days are spent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">5 March 2008</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lewis+Paget">David Lewis Paget</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365733" data-title="Getting Old de David Lewis Paget" data-description="Now that we're suddenly old and tired, The mirrors are never as kind, We venture out in a world that changed As our youth slipped far behind; We only walk at a snail's pace And shiver in autumn rain, Then stop to rest, as the evening light Dra..."></div> </div> </div>

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