(FOUNDATION POEM)
Have you ever heard an old person say that youth is wasted on the young? Well, here it is again! Make sure that you notice the contrasts in this poem between youth/age, heat/old, hardship/laziness, start/finish. A very simple poem about the passing of time. It makes a good contrast with 'November' and 'On My First Sonne'.
Wednesday, 30 April 2008
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