May you stay forever young -Dylan
She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss,
For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair! -Keats
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st:
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. -Shakespeare
Those masterful images because complete
Grew in pure mind, but out of what began?
A mound of refuse or the sweepings of a street,
Old kettles, old bottles, and a broken can,
Old iron, old bones, old rags, that raving slut
Who keeps the till. Now that my ladder’s gone,
I must lie down where all the ladders start
In the foul rag and bone shop of the heart.
But these phrases lose almost all connection to their original meaning, and become a snowball of invective and derision tossed out by people struggling to prevail in a hostile world.