'Grow Old Along With Me' Poem by Paul Hartal

o:
Paul Hartal

Sun, Jun 26 at 2: 08 p.m.

Old age is a blessing,
proclaims Robert Browning
in Rabbi Ben Ezra.
'Grow old along with me,
the best is yet to be',
says his medieval sage.
Don't fear the future,
as days turn a new page.
The words are haunting;
The statement, the poem
proceed in a broadrim;
And mull over the words
chirped by flying spring birds;
Transcending sorrows, pain,
oh, life is good indeed.
Though shadows might exceed
as hopes fail and recede.
Still, on the whole, a gain,
oh, life is good and sweet,
a blessing in the main.
Grow old along with me
The best is yet to be.