Growing YoungBut sure as I'm alive I'm growing young; so I'll assert I'm only forty-five. For what is youth but love and joy, And hope that looks before? Yes, I am growing young;--indeed I'm only forty-four. At fifty I expect to be But forty, less or more; At sixty, thirty. Every year I'll write the figure lower. I cannot say just how 'twill end. In second childhood? What? The logic's clear enough, but then, I think I'd rather not. Too far ahead I I'll not surmise How it must end, at last. Enough that now at forty-eight I'm growing young quite fast. |
Quillings In Verse
John Edward Everett
(Smith Center: ___. 1912)
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