Poetry Breakfast #5 – When You Are Old

When You Are Old

When You are Old
sincere apologies to W.B. Yeats

When you are waking and tired and full of sleep,
And stumbling by the stove, take down these beans
And slowly grind, and dream of flavors clean
Your cups once had, and of their roast so deep;

How many loved your automatic drip,
And loved your pour overs with eyes anew,
But one man loved the french press that you brew,
And loved its strength, that caffeinated grip;

And bending down beside the grinding chaff,
Murmur, a little sadly, how life fled
And caused the aching pains that plague your head
Now limiting your brew to strict decaf.

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.

Source: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15526