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.'

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Poet: William Butler Yeats
Poem: The Old Men Admiring Themselves In The Water
Volume: In the Seven Woods
Year: Published/Written in 1904
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