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Grow old along with me!
The best is yet to be,
the last of life, for which the first was made.
Our times are in his hand who saith,
‘A whole I planned, youth shows but half;’
Trust God: See all, nor be afraid!
Robert Browning

On Monday . . . 
I read a blog post and in that post
I clicked a link that took me to a book.
There I read and clicked another link
that led me to another book
by the same author.

I chose to Look inside.

After the title page,
after the dedication,
was “The Bird,”
a poem by Arthur Symons.

Beneath “The Bird” was
“The Tree” by Karle Wilson Baker.

Curious, I searched to learn
about Karle Wilson Baker
and I was not disappointed.
Her poems spoke to me.

One I copied into my journal.

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?

by Karle Wilson Baker

On Tuesday . . .
I read Molly’s Slice of Life;
At the end, she writes —

I wonder if, when
we seek so hard to cling
to the vestiges of youth,
we avoid the glorious blossoming as well,
in all its potential messy exuberance
Something to keep thinking about…

–Molly Hogan, “The Tale of Two Tulips

Indeed, it is something to think about!

On Friday . . .
I’m still thinking
And I’m finding it to be a delightful thought–
To grow lovely, growing old,
A glorious blossoming.

Fading Rose on a Summer Evening


This week’s
#PoetryFriday Roundup
is hosted by
Robyn Hood Black
at Life on the Deckle Edge

Poetry Friday Schedule, Jan – June 2019