What Fifty Said.. Poem by Robert Frost
What Fifty Said..
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When I was young my teachers were the old.
I gave up fire for form till I was cold.
I suffered like a metal being cast.
I went to school to age to learn the past.
Now when I am old my teachers are the young.
What can't be molded must be cracked and sprung.
I strain at lessons fit to start a suture.
I got to school to youth to learn the future.
Monday, March 29, 2010
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4/14/2024 12:45:59 PM # 1.0.0.1119
nice poem. learning things can be such a treat or it can put you through misery.It is all how it is or how you take it as.take care.Or it can be in the middle nice and smoothe