When You Are Old, Continuation Of A Poem By William Butler Yeats Poem by Ravi Kopra

When You Are Old, Continuation Of A Poem By William Butler Yeats



And thank Lord he hid his face
Else he would not have a face
I'd have stuck into his face
This hot hot wrought iron bar.

I opened his suitcase, his drawers
And found, would you believe it!
Tons of love letters he wrote to lovers
Tons of love letters he got from bimbos
Unbeknownst to me he was a big rat
A rotten, rotten stinking rat and I
Thought he really dearly loved me!

God speed to hell.

Monday, March 5, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: love,old age
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When You Are Old - Poem 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.

-William Butler Yeats
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