WHEN I was seventeen I heard From each censorious tongue, "I'd not do that if I were you; You see you're rather young." Now that I number forty years, I'm quite as often told Of this or that I should n't do Because I'm quite too old. O carping world! If there's an age Where youth and manhood keep An equal poise, alas! I must Have passed it in my sleep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CALLING DREAMS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE MAGNETIC MOUNTAIN: 32 by CECIL DAY LEWIS ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 11. ON LOVE - TO A FRIEND by MARK AKENSIDE LINES TO SAMUEL ROGERS IN WALES ON EVE OF BASTILLE DAY 1791 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD A PRAYER by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) JUDGES: SONG OF DEBORAH; FRAGMENTS by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |