A Prayer for Old Age

God guard me from those thoughts men think In the mind alone; He that sings a lasting song Thinks in a marrow-bone; From all that makes a wise old man That can be praised of all; O what am I that I should not seem For the song's sake a fool? I pray – for fashion's word is out And prayer comes round again – That I may seem, though I die old, A foolish, passionate man. — William Butler Yeats