Growing Older

I want the mornings to last longer

And the twilight to linger.

I want to clutch the present to my bosom

And never let it go.

I resent the tyranny of the clock on the wall,

nagging me to get on with my day.

I am a time traveller,

But a traveller who would rather walk than fly

And yet it's joyous growing older,

The major battles of life are over.

There is an armistice of the heart

And a truce is signed with passion.

To forgive becomes easier

And reason takes the place of strife.

There's one more hurdle left for crossing

Though you are reluctant to approach it.

If you have lived your life with love

There will be nothing at all to fear,

Because a warm welcome awaits you on the other side.

Sir Harry Secombe (1921-2001)

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Memory is an Autumn leaf that murmurs in the wind and then is heard no more.