Growing Older
Written by dingdans on October 5th, 2008
A little more tired at the closed of day,
A little less anxious to have our way,
A little less ready to scold and blame,
A little more care for a brother’s name;
And so we are nearing the journey’s end,
Where time and eternity meet and bland.
A little less care fore bonds and gold,
A little more zeal for the days of old;
A broader view and saner mind,
And a little more love for all mankind;
And so we are faring down the way
That leads to the gates of better day.
A little more love for the friends of youth,
A little more zeal for establish truth,
A little more charity for the daily news;
And so we are folding our tents away
And passing in silence at close of day.
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