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Poor Great-Great-Grandmother
By Calla HinderksA creaking windowpane,
Pelted with snow,
Reflecting light onto the dusty, deep brown floor.
The rooms seems to sigh, pained with age,
Abandoned; left waiting,
The cold is kept at bay by a single lamp,
Growing Old
By Hunter WoosleyI used to be young,
Running around Harlem having fun.
But now I grow old,
And the angels are calling.
Time to go home,
Time to go home.
Full Grown
By Anna WolockI'm old, I tell them,
Older than you.
I tell them I'm old,
I'm full-grown.
I've seen many days,
Lived many years.
I've been many places,
I'm full-grown.