Show GROWING OLD bamo bomo day looking in my mirror ill discover here and there slowly on my head intruding scattering threads of silver hr but I 1 do not think ill an l I 1 do not think ill scold and my heart will not be saddened when I 1 see im crow ing old I 1 will make no lamentation and no tear will dim my eye there will be no touch of sadness nor a vain regretful sigh youth will be a mere remembrance just a story that is told bat ill not wish to recall it when I 1 see im growing old I 1 ahall think that of lifes battle of the hard relentless grind there is less ahead ti conquer there is more thata left behind hearer then my rest from labor on lifes path so bleak aud cold bo tle gray haira will be welcome when I 1 see im growing old joseph bert smiley |