As I Grow Old Poem by Peter S. Quinn
As I Grow Old
As I grow old
Times are changing
Waves forgotten cold
With new arranging
Dreams in days were
But now they're gone
Into the water I stare
And then I go on
Ocean in its blue
Softly still singing
Days coming through
Still freshness bringing
All is but a dream
Into the going deep
Their writings in stream
For no one to keep
As I grow old
Flowers falling autumn
Their stories untold
In a lost poem
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