from "I'm Growing Old"

 I'm growing fonder of my staff;

I'm  growing dimmer in the eyes;

I', growing fainter in my laugh;

I'm growing deeper in my sighs;

I am growing careless of my dress;

I'm growing frigal of my gold;

I'm growing wise, I'm growing- yes

I'm growing old.

VIA John G. Saxe, 1816-1887