WHEN YOU ARE OLD 🫠
When you are old and gray and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your had eyes 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 sad, From us fled Love; He paced upon the mountains far above, And hide his face amid a crowd of stars.🫠
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