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.
* * * * *
At this piano filled with souls
Some strange purse
Stuffed nervous with gold
Can you be where you want to be?Walk down any street
You can find
Look at any clock telling time
Sing some strange verse
From some strange song of vines
And you’ll be where you want to beI know I can’t sing
Until she brings the song to life
And I blend with kings
It’d never change a thing.Who knows anything
I don’t know?
There are so many things
I must leave alone.
Some strange person is calling you their home
Can you be where you want to be?
Previously on Awestruck Wanderer:
#02 – Joseph Brodsky
#03 – John Donne
#04 – Robert Frost
#05 – Sylvia Plath
#06 – Lawrence Ferlinghetti
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