Robert Frost

(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963 / San Francisco)

What Fifty Said.. - Poem by Robert Frost

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.


Comments about What Fifty Said.. by Robert Frost

  • Rookie Angela Sorenson (3/29/2010 2:43:00 AM)

    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 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 29, 2010

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 10, 2015


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