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

  • (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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