Something To See, To Read, To Awe
When You Are Old
by William Butler Yeats
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.
Obviously, I love poetry, and it just so happens that William Butler Yeats is my favorite poet.
If you want to know anything about me, just ask. Of course, please, nothing too deeply personal.
A few things you can find out about me quickly:
I adore nearly anything from the 80s. I really should have been born in that period.
I love to write and usually put it off until later. So I created this blog as a way of forcing myself to do more writing than I planned.
If there was one person/animal I could be, fictional or real, I’d want to be Snoopy. Hey, cartoons are cool.
One day, I’m going to have a book on the #1 New York Times Bestselling List. That’s my ultimate dream.
I’m a Christian. But, that doesn’t mean I’m insane.
Tom Cruise is my shoulda/coulda/woulda boyfriend. Yes, I know he’s fifty. But he’s also single.
Dang, my hand hurts.