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 -
- Karle Wilson Baker
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