Shriveling the Ego, Wrinkling into Old Age

February 26, 2017

Withered leaves

Withered leaves

“Though leaves are many, the root is one;
Through all the lying days of my youth
I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun,
Now may I wither into the truth.” — William Butler Yeats

This poem was the doorway into a lovely article about living old age that I read yesterday morning online at “On Being.”  I hope you take a moment to read it, too.

One Response to “Shriveling the Ego, Wrinkling into Old Age”

  1. carolyn cochran Says:

    This post arrived on the exactly right day, Rosemary. Thank you for this

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