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...THE DEATH OF THE FLOWERS by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE THREE WARNINGS by HESTER LYNCH (SALUSBURY) PIOZZI HEAVEN by NANCY WOODBURY PRIEST THE MOURNER A LA MODE by JOHN GODFREY SAXE SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 44. ISEULT by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) CLOUDS by EDUARD VON BAUERNFELD |