Daily Dose

From The Standard Book of British & American Verse, selected by Nella Brady

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?"

A poem by Karle Wilson Baker