Growing Old Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

Growing Old

The years they come, a gentle stream,
Life flowing on, a waking dream.
We age, it's true, a natural way,
A gift some miss, each passing day.

Each birthday bright, a cause to cheer,
Though health may fade, and days grow drear.
Remember those who left too soon,
Beneath the sun, or under moon.

Each morning light, a chance to try,
With weary limbs, or tearful eye.
Embrace the tasks, the big, the small,
Give thanks for life, for standing tall.

The ending waits, we know it's there,
A final page, beyond compare.
So live each day, with grateful heart,
And play your role, a brand new start.

T.M.Solvang