The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock ― T.S. Eliot
“I grow old … I grow old …
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.”
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Maverick Mist 
beautiful! while being young we so often Forget that we will, also, grow old and become afraid of everything
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Exactly, thank you.
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One of my favorite poems!
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Thanks, one of mine as well.
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This poem is seriously beautiful! I immediately fell in love with love the moment I read it. Glad you shared with us here Maverick! 😉
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You’re welcome and I’m glad you liked it. 🙂
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🙂
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