My words were traded in marketplaces like pieces of gold.
Merchants bought my verses for as much as they paid for saffron and Indian jade.
Now I am old…
drunk on wine and candle fumes.
Alone in this barren room, I speak my psalms to the night air
so as to entertain moths before they go off to die.
I used to be a poet
and my words were gold.”
— Roman Payne
(This isn’t a Beautiful Life quote however there will be one poster in a few moments. It was just too beautiful to not post this up under Beautiful Life. I feel like this captures the concept of age, life experiences with how the waves come and go amongst them – and most of all, the beauty of existence.)