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Ghosts
An old man's mind is like a haunted house;
Creaking sometimes, and swaying in the gale,
Full of strange phantom thoughts and half-formed wraiths,
Old, half-forgotten friends, old spirits pale.
Who drift therein in his warped memory,
His sad, white muddled head a-nodding slowly,
An old man's head is like a haunted house,
Full of poor ghosts.… An old man's head is holy.

Charles Stuart Perry.