Now; old and grey and tired, done with the day, <br />By the fire with this book and a whisky, <br />Slowly readin', and dreamin' of that look <br />Your eyes had in the lengthening shadows; <br />How I loved each moment of grace with you, <br />And your way with beauty and elegance <br />But those days are past and long, long at rest <br />Left with the sorrows of my changin' face, <br />Bendin' down beside the glowin' embers, <br />Whisperin'; 'Sleep well, there was none but you' <br />And that is all that remains of the day <br />Retreatin' back into rhythyms and rhymes <br />Hidin' myself amid a crowd of words <br />Amongst what remains of the reveries<br /><br />MacGregor Tagliaferro<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/remains-of-the-day/
