Dear Grumpy: A Love Poem
Nov 2 · 1 min read

First:
When you are old and grey and full of sleep…
William Butler Yeats
Then:
When you’re old, grey, and full of sleep (like now)
And nod upon the couch or — anywhere,
And snores escape to wake you anyhow,
I trace the lines upon your brow, you bear.
When youth beside us stands as a young man
And we, as old as ever we were young
(‘Tho times are no simpler nor more in hand),
And your step falls right in old paths’ old dung,
I trace the lines upon your brow, my bear.
They soften like clouds and then disappear.
You turn, and reach to pull me in your lair.
Bear is gone, and my Love, you reappear!
