Growing OLD

This week we read:


When You are Old

by W. B. 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.

I really enjoyed this poem. It made me think of my grandparents. My grandmother was so SO Pretty when she was young, but as they got older priorities change and being beautiful wasn't the most important thing. The most important thing was that they had each other. They were married for 65 years until my grandpa died. The last year of his life was a struggle with cancer. Being beautiful doesn't really matter when someone you love dying. It's spending time together and supporting one another is whats important. Beauty fades.