Walter Learned (Уолтер Лирнед)
The Prime of Life
Just as I thought I was growing old, Ready to sit in my easy chair, To watch the world with a heart grown cold, And smile at a folly I would not share, Rose came by with a smile for me, And I am thinking that forty year Isn't the age that it seems to be, When two pretty brown eyes are near. Bless me! of life it is just the prime, A fact that I hope she will understand; And forty year is a perfect rhyme To dark brown eyes and a pretty hand. These gray hairs are by chance, you see-- Boys are sometimes gray, I am told: Rose came by with a smile for me, Just as I thought I was getting old.
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