THOUGH you are in your shining days, <br />Voices among the crowd <br />And new friends busy with your praise, <br />Be not unkind or proud, <br />But think about old friends the most: <br />Time's bitter flood will rise, <br />Your beauty perish and be lost <br />For all eyes but these eyes.<br /><br />William Butler Yeats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-lover-pleads-with-his-friend-for-old-friends/
