28 Jul 2004
When You Are Old
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
Yeats
he already said it better than i could and this mood thing is irritating, goddamn, i might not want to tell what my mood at the moment is.
Current Mood: Destructive
Current Music: unsent - alanis
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By Aran
28 Jul 2004, 12:44pm [ Reply ]
Where have you been? I, for one, am really glad to see you back. :)
(that sounds like a comment from some dowdy English teacher... commas and all!)
By patch
28 Jul 2004, 1:44pm [ Reply ]
one of my favourites.
By doesitmatter
28 Jul 2004, 2:48pm [ Reply ]
thanks aran, this whole blogging thing at times looks like a stage to me and i am one of those irritatingly shy emotions locked up behind walls to strangers kinda guy, at other times it is a way to say things anonymously...so
By Aran
28 Jul 2004, 4:40pm [ Reply ]
Well, you're anonymous here. So keep at it and don't disappear now. :)
By doesitmatter
28 Jul 2004, 6:52pm [ Reply ]
aint it patch? just the words i needed
you make me feel welcome aran, thanks, i'll be around :)