when hair falls off and eyes blur And <br />thighs forget(when clocks whisper <br />and night shouts)When minds <br />shrivel and hearts grow brittler every <br />Instant(when of a morning Memory stands, <br />with clumsily wilted fingers <br />emptying youth colour and what was <br />into a dirtied glass)Pills for Ills <br />(a recipe against Laughing Virginity Death) <br /> <br />then dearest the <br />way trees are made leaves <br />open Clouds take sun mountains <br />stand And oceans do Not sleep matters <br />nothing;then(then the only hands so to speak are <br />they always which creep budgingly over some <br />numbered face capable of a largest nonglance the <br />least unsmile <br />or whatever weeds feel and fish think of)<br /><br />Edward Estlin Cummings<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-hair-falls-off-and-eyes-blur-and/
