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When We 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.

☘️ Y B Yates

I fell in love with When You Are Old many years ago. I would like to write down the pieces that have touched me in life so when I am old and grey, I too can sit by the fire and slowly read them with a knowing smile.

Here, you can read my ramblings on stuff, stories from my travels, my love of photography and working as a geek. Please feel free to leave a comment or suggestion at the end of the blog posts or via the contact form below, I would love to hear from you. Enjoy!

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