a poetic treasure

I chanced upon this gem of a poem this evening.  I think every lady should have this printed and framed on her desk or bedside table, in a perfectly, vintage,  little frame.

 

Let Me Grow Lovely

Let me grow lovely, growing old—
So many fine things do:
Laces, and ivory, and gold,
And silks need not be new;
And there is healing in old trees,
Old streets a glamour hold;
Why may not I, as well as these,
Grow lovely, growing old?

-Karle Wilson Baker