JUST as I thought I was growing old, Ready to sit in my easy chair, To watch the world with a heart grown cold, And smile at folly I would not share, Rose came by with a smile for me, And I am thinking that forty year Isn't the age that it seems to be When two pretty brown eyes are near. Bless me, of life it is just the prime! A fact that I hope she will understand, And forty year is a perfect rhyme To dark brown eyes and a pretty hand. These gray hairs are by chance, you see — Boys are sometimes gray I am told; Rose came by with a smile for me, Just as I thought I was growing old. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A COLONIAL MORNING DREAM by KAREN SWENSON GRANDFATHER'S LOVE by SARA TEASDALE THE COUNTESS CATHLEEN IN PARADISE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE INCOGNITA OF RAPHAEL by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER THE BEAUTIFUL by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES TO R. B. by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS ON SENESIS' MUMMY by LEONIE ADAMS SWORD AND BUCKLER; OR, SERVING-MAN'S DEFENCE by WILLIAM BASSE |