If I grow old let every wrinkle show The food that nourished it in youth was smiles. If footsteps lag, let no one say, "He's slow." He misses much who hurries over the miles. If eye be dim, let pity none bestow. The inner eye sees naught that sight beguiles. If ear grow deaf, let no one feel that woe Is mine. How sweet the chant no noise defiles. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PARAGRAPHS: 15 by HAYDEN CARRUTH A PECK OF GOLD by ROBERT FROST WHEN THE SPEED COMES by ROBERT FROST |