David Keig

Rookie - 13 Points (1951 / UK)

I Grow Old - Poem by David Keig

i grow old, i grow old
i shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled
and steal from TS Eliot
thinking no-one knows

i grow old, i grow old
i shall cease to do what i am told
and stay in bed till sunset
when the weather gets too cold

i grow old, i grow old
i shall only wear my crumpled clothes
and look disdainfully at others
when they roll up their nose

i grow old, i grow old
i shall watch events unfold
and take a greater pleasure
in an elder statesman role.

i grow old, i grow old
i shall never play lawn bowls
and never will watch cricket
that's too boring for the soul.

i grow old, i grow old
but i shall never be so bold
as to admonish others
when my views they do not hold.


Comments about I Grow Old by David Keig

  • Rookie Elya Thorn (1/24/2006 6:05:00 PM)

    This is sad and nostalgic....that's how I feel it!
    I love the last part! actualy I love the whole poem!

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  • Rookie Graham Jones (1/24/2006 6:00:00 PM)

    This is well written with excellent flow, I like the content and the thought thats gone into it, a very good poem, also made me smile: -)) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 24, 2006



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