DK (1951 / UK)

I Grow Old

i grow old, i grow old
i shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled
and steal from TS Eliot
thinking no-one knows

i grow old, i grow old
i shall cease to do what i am told
and stay in bed till sunset
when the weather gets too cold

i grow old, i grow old
i shall only wear my crumpled clothes
and look disdainfully at others
when they roll up their nose

i grow old, i grow old
i shall watch events unfold
and take a greater pleasure
in an elder statesman role.

i grow old, i grow old
i shall never play lawn bowls
and never will watch cricket
that's too boring for the soul.

i grow old, i grow old
but i shall never be so bold
as to admonish others
when my views they do not hold.

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Comments (2)

This is sad and nostalgic....that's how I feel it! I love the last part! actualy I love the whole poem! Elya Thorn
This is well written with excellent flow, I like the content and the thought thats gone into it, a very good poem, also made me smile: -))