We Grow Old/ Our Friends Grow Old

WE GROW OLD/ OUR FRIENDS GROW OLD

We grow old
Our friends grow old-
Aches and pains
And powers lost-
Going down
All going down
Suddenly or more slowly-

A world
A generation
gone-
Soon none of us will be here
And the world will go on without us.

poem by Shalom FreedmanReport problemRelated quotes
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