An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress

Auteur: W.B. Yeats

An aged man is but a paltry thing,<br />A tattered coat upon a stick, unless<br />Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing<br />For every tatter in its mortal dress - W.B. Yeats

©gutesprueche.com

Data privacy

Imprint
Contact
Wir benutzen Cookies

Diese Website verwendet Cookies, um Ihnen die bestmögliche Funktionalität bieten zu können.

OK Ich lehne Cookies ab