When you are old nodding by the fire,take down this book "life" slowly read, dream of the soft look your eyes had once of their shadows deep
How many loved your moments of grace loved with your beauty with false or true but one ,loved the real soul in you and loved the sorrows of your changing face
Bending down beside the glowing bar why..a little sadly,how love fled paced upon the mountain top, hid his face amid a crowd of stars