A Fond Irish Memory

It was a perfect early summer day (June 22, 2018) on Lough Gill, in the heart of Yeats country, as our guide and boatman George read to us the poet’s “The Old Men Admiring Themselves in the Water.” A memory to be cherished forever.
I heard the old, old men say,
‘Everything alters,
And one by one we drop away.’
They had hands like claws, and their knees
Were twisted like the old thorn-trees
By the waters.
I heard the old, old, men say
‘All that’s beautiful drifts away
Like the waters.’
( William Butler Yeats)