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Tag as favoriteIf I Grow Old 
By Richard G., Randolph, MA
If I grow old, to 104,
And lose my hair and legs in war,
I'd know not what to think of life,
But perhaps if maybe I had a wife,
She could put things straight to me,
Lead me around and let me see
Earth's great wonders and delights-
The sun's mauve days and the moon's taupe nights.
This piece has also been published in Teen Ink's monthly print magazine.
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