Don Mulford,Old Age</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=42.htm>Don Mulford</a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>Old Age</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b>So many people think with dread<br>Another birthday lies ahead!<br>They quail at time's relentless tread<br>Whilst trudging on with feet of lead.<br>Their eyes are dimmed with tears they shed<br>And hopeless thoughts invade their head!<br>They think of pages yet unread,<br>And read obituaries instead.<br>But age is something I ignore!<br>Though aches and pains I've had galore,<br>I say, This one I've had before!<br>Whatever aches are still in store<br>I just don't stop to keep the score.<br>But birthdays come, of that we're sure,<br>I've seen a few and hope for more.<br>Next birthday I'll be seventy-four!<br>Youth Is A State Of The Soul -<br>Nothing To Do With Age, But Everything To Do With Attitude.<br>http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/steldon/</b></font></p><hr color=0000ca size=3></blockquote></blockquote><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk5.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk5.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>