When You Are Old

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

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.

-W. B. Yeats

Other poetry

The Definition of Love
My love is of a birth as rare
As 'tis for object strange and high;
It was begotten by Despai

Game Of Life
Roll the dice
Play a new game
Life for you
Will never be the same

No looking back

Lover Far Away

I lay in my bed and think about you.

I love you so much' I don't know what to do.

My Weakness

Until I met you my heart stood still

Like the moon and the sun

Their love is true

Your Wounds

Time doesn’t heal wounds

to make you forget.

 

It doesn’

That's Life

This life is a wonderful gift .. accept it, embrace it. 

It starts with a new day ..

I Love You Well

I wish not to love you much,

Only to love you well.

Much is but a quantity,

Live Life.
Life is crazy,
and totally unpredictable...
It's going to push you over,
kick you while yo

You Are My Love

It's that look in your eye.

It's the smile on your face

That makes time slip by,<

Greed.....

When we were born with no possession.

The love received was our concession.

No wo