Monday, January 23, 2012

Monday Meditation

A Drinking Song 
Wine comes in at the mouth   
And love comes in at the eye;   
That’s all we shall know for truth   
Before we grow old and die.   
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.
~W.B. Yeats 


  1. what a very relaxing view, I could sit here all day and just breathe in/out calmly ..

  2. A Ballad of Old Age

    One by one,
    My pleasures denied,
    Until at last,
    I up and died.

    Not Yeats