Growing Old Poem by Daniel Miltz
Growing Old
O' here and too, now it appear
Ah, tis' by means, it golden year
Way to mortal glowing
It would seem to have disappear
Aged and low, in a twilight near
Ever young, old growing
Boohoo-hoo and taketh to heart
The glut of days, gone by depart
But, what else, are you thee
Other than old, years, pass by smart
Humanity gone, from the start
Daydream no more, foresee
© daniel miltz
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