Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Let Me Grow Lovely

Let Me Grow Lovely
by Karle Wilson Baker

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?

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