Not Growing Old

“They say that I am growing old, I’ve heard them tell it times untold, In language plain and bold – But I’m NOT growing old. This frail old shell in which I dwell Is growing old, I know full well – But I am not the shell.   What if my hair is turning gray? […]

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Love Me, I am Old

The old man ran his fingers through his woolly head, and glanced at the old clock on his mantle in eager anticipation. He leaned thoughtfully back on the faded, rose chair, that had been one of his first posses­sions in the “new country.” Reminiscently, he smiled, “Ya, they were good children.” Just yesterday he’d been […]

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