we two are old <br />pleated by cares <br />but still can mount <br />proud passion's stair <br /> <br />and if we pause <br />to catch our breath <br />at stations preceding <br />'the little death' <br /> <br />are not made sad <br />at these reductions <br />but use them to polish <br />our imperfections <br /> <br />continuing then <br />from whence we came <br />for old grows warm <br />by lack of shame.<br /><br />Brian Purdy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-kati/
