The Philosopher
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I saw him sitting in his door,
Trembling as old men do;
His house was old; his barn was old,
And yet his eyes seemed new.
His eyes had seen three times my years
And kept a twinkle still,
Though they had looked at birth and death
And three graves on a hill.
'I will sit down with you, ' I said,
'And you will make me wise;
Tell me how you have kept the joy
Still burning in your eyes.'
Then like an old-time orator
Impressively he rose;
'I make the most of all that comes,
The least of all that goes.'
The jingling rhythm of his words
Echoes as old songs do,
Yet this had kept his eyes alight
Till he was ninety-two.
~by Sara Teasdale~
Thank you for sharing that poem by Sara Teasdale- - I had never read it before and it is both a polished gem in its writing as well as its message. That was a good post to share with your friends, Tango Tango!
Wonderful poem that have a teaching worth always remembering. Thanks for taking time to put it on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very beautiful poem by Sara T. Thank you for sharing with us.