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.
Stories and scribbles from imagination and life, meant to amuse as you peruse at your leisure, while perhaps offering in return for your time, a modicum of pleasure.
Some words may offer comfort, should such need arise, perhaps a bit of joy, or new ideas to surmise.
Or a tear or two might stealthily travel down a cheek, for strong emotions to elicit a writer must certainly seek.
Though some may be dull, others may be awfully clever, at least I hope you find it so, for such is my endeavor.
And as long as the muse continues to inspire me to write, so I'll keep on doing for such is my delight.
Happy reading.
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