thirty eight: the pink at the end of the hall - 2014.05.27

When all my days are ending
And I have no song to sing,
I think that I shall not be too old
To stare at everything;
As I stared once at a nursery door
Or a tall tree and a swing.

~ G.K. Chesterton
The Collected Poems of G. K. Chesterton


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