Poetry of Lucille Palmer
As you sit when you are old
In the firelight’s flickering glow;
When your blood runs thin and cold,
And you’re oh! so weak and slow,
What will your memories be?
Will you rest and smiling dream
Of long fled ecstasies?
Of loves, who present seem
A full life’s legacies —
What will your memories be?
Think of you crueler fate
Thank just to sit and blink,
And stolid, dumbly wait
For death — now’s the time to think.
What will your memories be?
Ah! drink life’s brimming cup;
Better far to glut and sate
Thank to give all pleasure up
And starve when it’s too late,
What will your memories be?
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