Let Me Grow Lovely
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Joan Miro Nude with Mirror |
Let Me Grow Lovely
Let me grow lovely, growing old--
So many fine things do:
Laces, and ivory, and gold,
And silks need not be new;
And there is healing in old trees,
Old streets a glamour hold;
Why may not I, as well as these,
Grow lovely, growing old?
~ Karle Wilson Baker ~
Labels: Aging, Beauty, Book 4, Joan Miro, Karle Wilson Baker
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