I Grow Old

 Rolled trousers?

An Old Man: photo by Cliff Hutson

I Grow Old

I grow old ... I grow old ... 

I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled. 

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach? 

I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach. 

I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. 

I do not think that they will sing to me. 

"The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" 

by: T. S. Elliot 

Peaches: photo by Cliff Hutson

I am not sure that this is what the poet had in mind, but today is my birthday.  A good time to wonder how much time is left for me and what will I do with it?