Do I need to say anything else to make you click through?
I doubt it.
But just in case I do, here are the final lines of the poem "VII":
...And you, who are as old
almost as I am, I love as I loved you
young, except that, old, I am astonished
at such a possibility, and am duly grateful.
Go now. It's at The Writer's Almanac today.
You'll be duly grateful.
The Rogue Anthropologist has the round up today.