Not Growing Old

Not Growing Old They say that I’m growing old, I’ve heard them tell it times untold In language plain and bold; But I’m not growing old ! This frail shell in which I dwell Is growing old, I know full well… But I’m not the shell! What if my hair is turning gray ? GrayContinue reading “Not Growing Old”

Little Eyes Upon You

There are little eyes upon you and they’re  watching night and day. There are little ears that quickly take in every word you say. There are little hands all eager to do anything you do; And a little boy who’s dreaming of the day he’ll be like you. You’re the little fellow’s idol, you’re the wisest ofContinue reading “Little Eyes Upon You”