J. H. Blackwell Poem, undated
The after noon of life
As a man grows old his hinges creak
His teeth fall out his eyes grow weak
He has pain in his legs and pain in his back
And his innards are all out of whack
His limbs are stiff his feet are cold
It's sad when a man grows old, when a man grows old.
Oh let him go on his weary way
And repeat the tale of a long passed day
It is all thats left of life most dear
When the wind is bleak and the night is near
Those tales by him so often told
Are all thats left as a man grows old, as a man grows old
J H Blackwell
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J. H. Blackwell Poem, undated, DL0907.100, Nau Collection
