Woven respectfully by Julie Jordan Scott
WHEN you are old and grey and full of sleep
Will you still be sending me a sweet valentine
Like your eyes once held, and of their shadows deep;
Sent birthday greetings bottle of wine –
If I’d been out till quarter to three
After many loved your moments of glad grace,
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
‘Cause I loved the sorrows of your changing face
I murmur, a little sadly, how love fled
Indicate precisely what you mean to say
He, who hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
Yours sincerely, Wasting Away.
See more progress on: write a (sloppy, half-formed if need be) poem every day (or so) during June 2010
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