'When You Are Old'

 

by William Butler Yeats

 
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/archive/poem.html?id=172055 
 
Because I know that time is always time
And place is always and only place
And what is actual is actual only for one time
And only for one place
I rejoice that things are as they are and
I renounce the blessed face
And renounce the voice
Because I cannot hope to turn again
Consequently I rejoice, having to construct something
Upon which to rejoice
 
-- TS Eliot, 'Ash-Wednesday'
 
Rose of memory!
 
CR