Return

Return often and take me,

beloved sensation, return and take me -
when the memory of the body awakens,
and old desire runs again through the blood;
when the lips and the skin remember,
and the hands feel as if they touch again.

​Return often and take me at night,
when the lips and the skin remember...

                    - C. P Cavafy

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The Souls of Old Men

I awoke this morning to find that, despite waiting patiently for all these years, I still have neither a bus pass nor a pension. But let's forget all the negatives and instead look forward to the good things that are yet to come:

Inside their worn, tattered bodies 

sit the souls of old men.
How unhappy the poor things are
and how bored by the pathetic life they live.
How they tremble for fear of losing that life, and how much
they love it, those befuddled and contradictory souls,
sitting - half comic and half tragic -
inside their old, threadbare skins.

                     - Constantine P. Cavafy