Read a Poem Every Day: Recite 'When You Are Old'
When you are old and your hair is white, sleepy and drowsy,
take down this poem by the hearth,
read it slowly, recalling the softness of your eyes in the past,
remembering the shadows they once held;
Many loved your youthful joy and delight,
admiring your beauty, sincerely or feigned,
Only one loved you, the soul of a pilgrim,
loving the wrinkles of your aged face;
bow your head, by the flickering flames,
and softly lament the fading of love,
on the mountain top it paces slowly,
hidden among the stars its face.
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