Wednesday, December 16, 2009

White in my hair

I dread no more the first white in my hair, Or even age itself, the easy shoe, The cane, the wrinkled hands, the special chair: Time, doing this to me, may alter too My anguish, into something I can bear.
Edna St. Vincent Millay

3 comments:

Luisa Santos said...

anguish is the right word... but yes, I guess it changes w time :) lovely match Thinker :)

thinker said...

Happy you like the match Luisa. Another lovely urban capture, where is it taken?

Luisa Santos said...

thank u Thinker :) in London :)