My home

When you are old and gray and full of sleep
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true;
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars
Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead,
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars

Today is my birthday. However I don't get any wish from the my friends. I felt so sad.

I hope that they didn't remember it but just forgot it because they are too busy.

It seems that you remember it is my birthday today, but you didn't give me what I wish. Do you remember that you have ever told me,"Darling, could you please marry me? Let me look after you for the rest of my life." For your promise, I have been waiting for 8 years. But who could tell me how long I should wait for?