Birthdays are milestones, So poets have said; When passing the milestones We're going ahead. And it's not how many We pass on the way, But what we have done As we journey each day, That makes up our record When—earth-life all done— We reach the last milestone At setting of sun. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TYRANNICK [TYRANNIC] LOVE: EPILOGUE by JOHN DRYDEN NATHAN HALE [SEPTEMBER 22, 1776] by FRANCIS MILES FINCH KEATS; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW PICTURE-SHOW by SIEGFRIED SASSOON ROOTS AND LEAVES THEMSELVES ALONE by WALT WHITMAN ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 18. TO THE HON. FRANCIS EARL OF HUNTINGDON by MARK AKENSIDE DUSK; TO MADEMOISELLE MARIE LAURENCIN by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE |