This months blog is less blog and more thank you. If you weren't with me on this journey I'm not sure I would've made it through the dark times. So thank you. Instead of me babbling on, I'd like to share one of my favorite poems. It hits my soul each time I hear it and I hope you enjoy it.
When You Are Old
by William Butler 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.