I`m growing slow and somewhat weak…
my eyes are growing dim…
my laughter`s growing fainter and…
I`ve lost a lot of vim…
I`m growing careless in my dress…
and deeper in each sigh…
and as for music I enjoy…
a restful lullaby…
but nonetheless my faith grows strong…
my hopes are growing too…
and I am growing fonder of…
the dreams that I pursue…
I`m growing much more tolerant…
more Godly and sincere…
I`m growing thankful for each day…
that I can linger here…
so you can see, I have so much…
though I remain unsung…
and though you think I`m growing old…
I`m really growing young.
~Author Unknown~
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