Growing Old.(Poem)Della Mea, Vincenzo
Matthew Arnold, a renowned poet and cultural critic of the Victorian era, wrote the poem "Growing Old" in 1867. The poem is a reflection on the inevitability of aging and the changes that come with it. Arnold's use of vivid imagery and poignant language captures the essence of growing ol...
i am growing old just like anybody else is. so there is no doubt that i am growing old. but is it in the sense that the girl in li bai's poem sighs lord i am growing old? i am wondering about this because it has just occurred to me if my growing old probably has something to...
Growing Old Together Autoplay (A Wedding Anniversary Poem) I thank God for giving you to me Two hearts entwine sealed in a golden cage Loving, as we have never loved before Sharing our good times and bad times Enduring trials, enjoying one another Singing songs that bind us together ...
“Everything young grows old, all beauty fades, all heat cools, all brightness dims, and every truth becomes stale and trite. For all these things have taken on shape, and allshapes are worn thin by the working of time; they age, sicken, crumble to dust – unless they change. But cha...
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My #1 Favorite Poem About Growing Up “Sweet Are the Flowers of Life” by Louisa May Alcott Sweet are the flowers of life,Swept o’er my happy days at home;Sweet are the flowers of lifeWhen I was a little child. Sweet are the flowers of lifeThat I spent with my father at home;Swe...
Growing Up Without You, Daddy Poem by Entrush Chakma A boy so young, just seven years old Lost his father, his heart turned cold A pain so deep, a wound so wide Left with tears, and a sorrow inside Memories of laughter, of joy and of play...
Till they answer, "We are nearly,Nearly ready, dear. ""Where is Winter, with his?Tell us, Spring, " they say.Then she answers, "He is going.Going away from here. ""Poor old Winter does not love you;But his time is past;Soon my birds shall sing above you;Set you free at last...
The old must pay And sacrifice To save the day. Economies Are failing now According to The great god Dow. But will it really Be all right If elderly Give up the fight? Or will the plague Just worsen then And pit the young Against their kin?