Poetry Friday – Jugglers wax poetical

I got my does of Poetry last Friday, even though I was offline and at the International Jugglers Association Festival.

A revered older juggler got up at the “Cascade of Stars” and read

“When You Are Old,” by W. B. Yeats

Here’s a verse:

How many loved your moments of glad grace,	5
And loved your beauty with love false or true;
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.

The juggler was interested in that line “pilgrim soul.” And his comments after the poem reflected the juggler’s great melancholy: we’ll never be as good as we’d like to be. There will always be a trick just beyond our grasp and one day we’ll pass on with that trick left undone.