When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
There is melancholy here. I am 'old' and grey and often full of sleep and I do nod off by the fire. Is this just whimsy on my part or am I just out of step with getting older....
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