a birthday poem

[rbk106]

Here is a little belated birthday poem for me (I'm 2 dozen now!) and anyone else who has a birthday nowish.

Karle Wilson Baker

Let Me Grow Lovely

Let me grow lovely, growing old--
So many fine things do:
Laces, and ivory, and gold,
And silks need not be new;
And there is healing in old trees,
Old streets a glamour hold;
Why may not I, as well as these,
Grow lovely, growing old?

P.S. drunk with all this power, I may post more poems at later dates! you are warned!