Old Pages Poem by Dorsey Baker
Old Pages
We watch the small babies
As they crawl around
Hard at work in their play
And make believe
Thinking about
When we were them
So many long
Years ago
And a wrinkled smile creeps slowly
Upon the grown ups face
Remembering
That without us would not be them
And that they have come
To take their place
Write their history
Upon the page
And we will then become
Just old pages
Left in the history book
To fade away
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5/5/2024 4:21:32 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A beautiful poem about aging. it makes me think that it's worthwhile