I HEARD the old, old men say, <br />'Everything alters, <br />And one by one we drop away.' <br />They had hands like claws, and their knees <br />Were twisted like the old thorn-trees <br />By the waters. <br />I heard the old, old men say, <br />'All that's beautiful drifts away <br />Like the waters.'<br /><br />William Butler Yeats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-old-men-admiring-themselves-in-the-water/
