Growing Old- Sonnet

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Growing Old

When I consider how I’m growing old

To think therefore I soon will be displaced

As I have heard them tell it times untold

They all do have such thoughts that are misplaced

My eyes are aged as such a cracked brick wall

As one could tell its frayed from a quick glance

My skin is worn as such a child’s rag doll

As patches on the goods to be enhanced

Although my youth does not show through outside

My mind is a budding stem of a rose

As I grow my thoughts will not stand denied

Therefore I am as young as my thoughts expose

When I consider how I’m growing old

I think its not about what age I’m told