On growing older.
As shadows lengthen on the lawn,
And all the friends of past are gone,
When years of life have softly fled,
And we unto our rest are led.
We've left off writing on the page,
Slowly succumb and ripe with age,
O' aged head with silver crown,
At last in death we lay it down.
Our hopes and dreams have met or missed,
By sweet love our brows been kissed,
Then let our passage be calm and mild,
And at life's end be reconciled.
As light before these eyes grow dim,
And fondest memories begin to swim,
Let not the sweetness for us pass,
As shadows lengthen on the grass.
O' aged head with silver braid,
When ends shall come be not afraid,
For on the morrow when we wake,
Shadows will pass as dawn shall break.
This is a very lovely poem on aging.Liked it.