When You Are Old and Gray…

I remember…
…driving cross-country and pulling into truck stops and hole-in-the-wall restaurants to find some down-home cookin’.

When You Are Old” by William Butler Yeats
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.
When you are Old.