Happy Poetry Day

When I was studying English Literature, I had to read several poems by William Butler Yeats.
Some years later, while I was living in Northern Ireland I had the chance to visit his grave in Dumcliffe, Sligo.
I will never forget the epitaph he chose for that stone.
It was a day I felt linked to all those verses I had read for years
Here I submit one of his poems.
It is devoted to the aged.
Enjoy .

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.