Old And Young Poem by Francis William Bourdillon

A dose of your own medicine: -) Fantastic poem.

Excellent poem. Ummm.....condemn me but when i have something to say i say. You know the freedom of speech and right to offend bit. The bit which we in Zimbabwe are dying to have. This poem is good and has a rhythm to it just like my 1,2,3 project not taken satire thing. The poet lost his rhythm here and there and that interferes with the muse

Life is a beautiful place full of contradictions and lovely moments. Thank you.

So fascinating and lovely verse. Changes come with the passage of time. Thoughtfully explained. Thanks.

Time traced in an intant. A moment that passed almost unnoticed until caught in a poem. QtR

A brilliant poetic feat, with an appropriate title. Loved it.

Long, long after, in Autumn time— My limbs were grown too old to climb— I passed a child on a pleasant lea, And I called to her, “Come and play with me! ”......I feel here the scene of playing moment of grandpa and grandchild; grandchild is calling grandpa to play with them but for the old age it 's unable to play; the last line of this poem is very heart-touching " answered, “Nay! I am too old, too old to play! ” ~

Long, long after, in Autumn time— My limbs were grown too old to climb— I passed a child on a pleasant lea, And I called to her, “Come and play with me! ” a fine poem of loving invitation. tony

But her eyes were fixed on a fairy-book; And scarce she lifted a wondering look, As with childish scorn she answered, “Nay! I am too old, too old to play! ” very fine poem. tony

A fairy-book! ! ! Able to look on. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.