Sunday, July 19, 2009

A Chair of One's Own

“The last stroke of midnight dies.
All day in the one chair
From dream to dream and rhyme to rhyme I have ranged
In rambling talk with an image of air:
Vague memories, nothing but memories.”
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), poet, writer

Upon closer inspection, it's a bit tattered and torn and sadly symbolic of how society treats its elderly -- tossed aside and placed out of the way...


Janet said...

What a sad post and yet, there's some truth to it, too.

The Misanthrope said...

Hi Janet, It's so nice when you stop by. I didn't intend to write that about the elderly until I started writing. I guess visiting my great aunt in her convalescent hospital has made me keenly aware of how we treat our old.