The Remains by Mark Strand

This is a poem about aging and death.  It is poignant and evokes deep feeling.  The poet died in November 2014 and part of the poem was printed in his NY Times Obit.

I empty myself of the names of others. I empty my pockets.
I empty my shoes and leave them beside the road.
At night I turn back the clocks;
I open the family album and look at myself as a boy.

Full Poem.