Poem on getting old

Having time to spend on board this ship is wonderful. Many of us are old people. Many are very brave, striking off on their own to sample what ever life is still offering them. I watched an old lady this morning climbing gamely up some very unsteady ladders to get onto a boat and marveled at the resilience of age! This poem fragment by John Masefield says it all! Be with me Beauty for the fire is dying My dog and I are old, too old for roving Let me have wisdom Beauty Wisdom and passion Bread to the soul, rain where the summers parch Give me but these and though the darkness close Even the night will blossom as the rose. I love it! - Posted using BlogPress from my iPad