FROM day to day we are born, as each night wanes, And nothing of our former life remains. The alien course of yesterday is run; What life we have this morning is begun. Say not, old man, that you are rich in age: Of years gone by you keep no heritage. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A MOTH SEEN IN WINTER by ROBERT FROST MATERNITY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON QUESTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |