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“When you are old and grey and full of sleep” Yeats
Though I am old and grey and full of sleep, I still can choose to write and laugh and love. I know which dreams to lose and which to keep. At times I smile at fortune, times I weep, And lift my tearful eyes to heaven above, Since I am old and grey and full of sleep. Memories sustain me; thoughts can creep, Some cheerful; some I am unworthy of. I know which ones to lose and which to keep. Let go of loneliness, although it’s anchored deep Within my soul— I’m lost without my love, Since I am old and grey and full of sleep. When drowning in despair that is too deep, I call on thoughts that I am tired of. I know which dreams to lose and which to keep. So when you see me sighing, do not weep. It is the sound of mourning, like the dove. Though I am old and grey and full of sleep I know which dreams to lose and which to keep.
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AuthorBetty Farber lives in New York City. She is a great-grandmother of six. Archives
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