Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис)

Growing Old

Somehow the skies don't seem so blue
As they used to be;
Blossoms have a fainter hue,
Grass less green I see.
There's no twinkle in a star,
Dawns don't seem so gold...
Yet, of course, I know they are:
Guess I'm growing old.

Somehow sunshine seems less bright,
Birds less gladly sing;
Moons don't thrill me with delight,
There's no kick in Spring.
Hills are steeper now and I'm
Sensitive to cold;
Lines are not so keen to rhyme...
Gosh! I'm growing old.

Yet in spite of failing things
I've no cause to grieve;
Age with all its ailing brings
Blessings, I believe:
Kindo' gentles up the mind
As the hope we hold
That with loving we will find
Friendliness in human kind,
Grace in growing old.

1. Посылка (Пожалуй, подведем итог) • L'Envoi (I guess this is the final score)
2. Вайолетт-де-Вир • Violet de Vere
3. Вечерний чай • Afternoon Tea
4. Шотландское гостеприимство • Highland Hospitality
5. Канун Нового года • New Year's Eve

Walter Learned (Уолтер Лирнед) Growing Old ("Sweet sixteen is shy and cold")

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