Karle Wilson Baker

(1878 - 1960 / United States)

Let Me Grow Lovely - Poem by Karle Wilson Baker

Let me grow lovely, growing old--
So many fine things do:
Laces, and ivory, and gold,
And silks need not be new;
And there is healing in old trees,
Old streets a glamour hold;
Why may not I, as well as these,
Grow lovely, growing old?

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  • Gold Star - 30,477 Points * Sunprincess * (6/4/2014 9:42:00 PM)

    ..........a wonderful poem....to be as lovely as a tree would be a dream... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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