“I’m growing fonder of my staff;

I’m growing dimmer in my eyes;

I’m growing fainter in my laugh;

I’m growing deeper in my sighs;

I’m growing careless of my dress;

I’m growing frugal of my gold;

I’m growing wise; I’m growing–yes,–

I’m growing old.”

John Godfrey Saxe

 

 

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