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I fell in love with Yate’s poem When You Are Old many years ago. It has been engraved in my memory ever since.
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.
☘️ Y B Yates
I want to write down the pieces that have touched me in life so when I am old and grey, I can sit on my old chair, slowly read them with a knowing smile.
I will share my stories with you too. Other than my random ramblings, in this blog, I will write about my travels, my love of photography and working as a geek. I hope that you will enjoy reading my blog. No one is perfect, so please don’t hesitate to contact me with a suggestion or give me a pat on the shoulder.
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