The Old Men Admiring Themselves In The Water

by William Butler Yeats

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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