WHEN I am only fit to go to bed, <br />Or hobble out to sit within the sun, <br />Ring down the curtain, say the play is done, <br />And the last petals of the poppy shed! <br /> <br />I do not want to live when I am old, <br />I have no use for things I cannot love; <br />And when the day that I am talking of <br />(Which God forfend!) is come, it will be cold. <br /> <br />But if there is another place than this, <br />Where all the men will greet me as 'Old Man,' <br />And all the women wrap me in a smile, <br />Where money is more useless than a kiss, <br />And good wine is not put beneath the ban, <br />I will go there and stay a little while.<br /><br />Bliss William Carman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/resignation-14/
