When I'm Old

When you are old and gray 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

I donno why but whenever I read this poetry I feel really sad :( What a beautiful poetry! I'm not old, but when i look at my younger cousins like Fabin, Raad, Rakib, Raiyan, Aunik, Akash...i get scared! Their 'Teen-age' force me to believe i'm in my middle age now! Isn't it pathetic how time pass away so quick! Its seems like yesterday when i used to cry for toys! Now here I am, 30 years old man..all set to start 2nd innings of life! Damn!