A Prayer For Old Age by William Butler Yeats
God guard me from those thoughts men think In the mind alone; He that sings a lasting song Thinks in a marrow-bone;
From all that makes a wise old man That can be praised of all; O what am I that I should not seem For the song's sake a fool?
I pray -- for word is out And prayer comes round again -- That I may seem, though I die old, A foolish, passionate man.
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