tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34687249.post7946403448448042079..comments2011-10-13T00:23:21.162+01:00Comments on oldbones: Do you Have a Hankie?grannymarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06032672459591738269noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34687249.post-30668029703482951972007-02-24T14:44:00.000+00:002007-02-24T14:44:00.000+00:00Dario, when I first read this poem at school my ey...Dario, when I first read this poem at school my eyes did indeed have a soft look.<BR/><BR/>"But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you" Yes indeed he loved me until his last breath.<BR/><BR/>I don't speak sadly of a love thats fled. All the stages along life's road, good and bad, made me the person I am today.grannymarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06032672459591738269noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34687249.post-64748574922564290222007-02-23T23:05:00.000+00:002007-02-23T23:05:00.000+00:00While I'm not a poetry man myself - though I am ra...While I'm not a poetry man myself - though I am rather partial to T.S. Eliot - I amazingly founf this poem on the cultural wasteland that is Bebo. Figured you seem like a well read person, so let me know what you think of it:<BR/><BR/>When You Are Old<BR/>William Butler Yeats <BR/><BR/>When you are old and grey and full of sleep,<BR/>And nodding by the fire, take down this book,<BR/>And slowly read, and dream of the soft look<BR/>Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;<BR/><BR/>How many loved your moments of glad grace,<BR/>And loved your beauty with love false or true,<BR/>But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,<BR/>And loved the sorrows of your changing face;<BR/><BR/>And bending down beside the glowing bars,<BR/>Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled<BR/>And paced upon the mountains overhead<BR/>And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.Brian Damagehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05673118078479277680noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34687249.post-12719357511434046192007-02-21T18:29:00.000+00:002007-02-21T18:29:00.000+00:00I have no idea how old the poem is or that it was ...I have no idea how old the poem is or that it was on the Junior Cert course.<BR/><BR/>Unfortunately far to many men and women go out that way.grannymarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06032672459591738269noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34687249.post-38097893066275681452007-02-21T18:20:00.000+00:002007-02-21T18:20:00.000+00:00I saw that poem before. We studied it in Junior Ce...I saw that poem before. We studied it in Junior Cert English.<BR/><BR/>It reminds me of a distant relation of mine who was in the final throes of Alzheimers, sitting there like a vegetable, bereft of all dignity. <BR/><BR/>It was a sad way to go.Brian Damagehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05673118078479277680noreply@blogger.com