Yeats and Me

... and a wine glass makes three

Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.
A Drinking Song ~ William Butler Yeats

Few poets Can move me more than Yeats .... and the adventure continues.

Note: We leave tomorrow afternoon to stay overnight in Tampa since I have to be in the hospital for yet another test by 8:00 on Thursday morning. I'll try to get a blip in before we leave but I'll probably fall behind following your journal entries and responding to comments. I'll catch up over the weekend - promise.