My contribution to Poetry Friday today comes at the end of Atticus's first week back at school. He started back to work on Monday, and students arrived on Wednesday.
We miss him already, and this poem makes me think about settling in with him tonight and chatting about our week.
A Drinking Song
by William Butler Yeats
Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That’s all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.
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