When you are grey and old

You will think of a big bad beast
Moving across hot desert sands.

A fire is ash grey about her eyes.
Eyes are grey and a swelling old.

Big bad beast is grey and a blur,
Color neutral and nobody cares.

(thinking of W. B. Yeats’ poem “When You are Old and Grey“)

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