THOUGH you are in your shining days,
Voices among the crowd
And new friends busy with your praise,
Be not unkind or proud,
But think about old friends the most:
Time's bitter flood will rise,
Your beauty perish and be lost
For all eyes but these eyes.
William Butler Yeats
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-lover-pleads-with-his-friend-for-old-friends/
