I kept it low key this year. I'm 67 now. I feel ambivalent about the number. But I find my life rather unrecognizable after this tumultuous year, and I feel like I've lost some continuity somewhere. I've made the usual lists and resolutions and am moving with positivity and hope toward 2015. But also with some wistfulness. Would things be different if I had an anchor? A rock? A shoulder?
“When You Are Old"
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;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.”