Old Age
1872-1943
I have heard the wild geese,
I have seen the leaves fall,
There was frost last night
On the garden wall.
It is gone to-day
And I hear the wind call.
The wind? . . . That is all.
If the swallow will light
When the evening is near;
If the crane will not scream
Like a soul in fear;
I will think no more
Of the dying year,
And the wind, its seer.
DayPoems Poem No. 1516
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/1516.html">Old Age by Cale Young Rice</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
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