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.

– ☘️ Y B Yates


One Reply to “When You Are Old”

  1. This poem has been engraved in my memory for many years. The journey of life is indeed a pilgrimage to the soul (or 42 🙂 )! Buddha says 一花一世界,一树一菩提 – Zen is in the everyday life. I want to write down the pieces that have touched me in life so when I am old and grey, I will slowly read them with a knowing smile.


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