WHEN YOU ARE OLD!

[littlerose]

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 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 among a crowd of stars.
(William Butler Yeats – 1893)


One can perceive the general theme of unrequited love. Is the old lady sad about the loss of the true love or is she content that she was loved either false, or true, but loved after all?

[rksingh]

The moon rises with
million stars in sky
but none worship

the dying sun says
how alone one is
sinking in glory

R K SINGH