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Its Hard To Grow Old

Now life's just a gamble, the experts all say
One brief fling and our wings we all fold
Yet when we're on the brink
We all seem to think
"Gee, but it's hard to grow old."

We drink deep of joy, petty troubles we face
But the biggest one so we are told
Is the fact that we hate
To bow down to fate
And admit that it's hard to grow old.

In our 'teens we all meet the girl we adore
And we all try our best her to hold
But one thing we forgot
It's a startling thought
The fact that it's hard to grow old

We marry, have children, and reach middle age
And those words stand out ever so bold
We hear them at play
And their cries seem to say
"The folks find it hard to grow old."

When the family's grown up, and you're sitting alone
With a wife whose heart is pure gold
She's old and she's gray
But your heart seems to say
"It's not very hard to grow old."

So don't feel too bad, if you look with regret
On the good life you tried hard to mould
Just think of the fun
And the good things you've done
And you'll find that it's nice to grow old.


-- by William W. Arbuckle Copyright 1942 --

sent in by James Klibbe jklibbe@ntwrks.com

The following poem was written by William W. Arbuckle
26 Dec. 1942 while serving in the Air Force in N. Africa.


It's Hard To Grow Old

Sleep My Love

In memory's haze on quiet days
I walk the Trail of Dove
Whispering words to your praise
You were my own true love

A flower grows beneath your stone
Not hidden from my eye
Bright as a star when only one
Is shining in the sky

Our kind of love, few could know
The calm e'en when I weep
For my tears are but a lullaby
As you softly sleep

-- by Ellen Fair - Copyright 1998 -- fairelle@gte.net

Poetry, Prose, and Free Verse for Senior Citizens

It wasnt the senior citizens!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Senior citizens are constantly being criticized for every conceivable deficiency of the modern world, real or imaginary. We know we take responsibility for all we have done and do not blame others. BUT, upon reflection, we would like to point out
that it was NOT the senior citizens who took:

The melody out of music,
The pride out of appearance,
The romance out of love,
The commitment out of marriage,
The responsibility out of parenthood,
The togetherness out of the family,
The learning out of education,
The service out of patriotism,
The religion out of school,
The Golden Rule from rulers,
The nativity scene out of cities,
The civility out of behavior,
The refinement out of language,
The dedication out of employment,
The prudence out of spending, or
The ambition out of achievement,

And we certainly are NOT the ones who eliminated patience and tolerance
from personal relationships and interactions with others!!

Does anyone under the age of 50 know the lyrics to the Star Spangled Banner? Just look at those Seniors with tears in their eyes and pride in their hearts as they stand at attention with their hand over their hearts!

And, unless many of our younger generation learn to count in the absence of computers and calculators, they will be back to counting on fingers and toes.

Remember.......Inside every older person is a younger person wondering what the hell happened!

-- Senior Author Unknown --

THE STAR SPANGLED BANNER

Oh! say can you see,
By the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hailed
At the twilight's last gleaming?

Whose broad stripes and bright stars,
Through the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched
were so gallantly streaming?

And the rockets red glare,
the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night
that our flag was still there.

Oh! say does that star-spangled
banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free
and the home of the brave?

On the shore, dimly seen
Thro' the mist of the deep,
Where the foe's haughty host
In dread silence reposes.

What is that which the breeze,
O'er the tower steep,
As it fitfully blows,
Half conceals, half discloses?

Now it catches the gleam
of the morning's first beam,
In full glory reflected,
now shines on the stream. .

'Tis the star-spangled banner.
Oh! long may it wave
O'er the land of the free
and the home of the brave.

And where is that band
Who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war
and the battle's confusion.

A home and a country
should leave us no more?
Their blood has washed out
their foul footstep's pollution.

No refuge could save
the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight,
or the gloom of the grave.

And the star-spangled banner
in triumph doth wave
O'er the land of the free
and the home of the brave.

Oh! thus be it ever,
When freemen shall stand
Between their loved homes
and the war's desolation.

Blest with vict'ry and peace,
May the Heav'n-rescued land
Praise the Pow'r that hath made
and preserved us a nation.

Then conquer we must,
For our cause it is just,
And this be our motto--
"In God is our trust."

And the star-spangled banner
in triumph doth wave
O'er the land of the free,
and the home of the brave.

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