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What is it to grow old
Is it to lose the glory of the form,
The lustre of the eye
Is it for beauty to forego her wreath

O the green things growing, the green things growing,
The faint sweet smell of the green things growing
I should like to live, whether I smile or grieve,
Just to watch the happy life of my green things growing

Yup
A long lazy September lookin the mirrorsay it's true
I'm 31and my nose is growingold
It starts about 1/2an inchbelow the bridgeand strolls geriatricallydownfor another inch or so:stopping

Be with me,
Beauty, for the fire is dying;
My dog and I are old, too old for roving
Man, whose young passion sets the spindrift flying,