Charles Kingsley

(12 June 1819 – 23 January 1875 / Devon, England)

Young And Old - Poem by Charles Kingsley

1 When all the world is young, lad,
2 And all the trees are green;
3 And every goose a swan, lad,
4 And every lass a queen;
5 Then hey for boot and horse, lad,
6 And round the world away!
7 Young blood must have its course, lad,
8 And every dog his day.

9 When all the world is old, lad,
10 And all the trees are brown;
11 And all the sport is stale, lad,
12 And all the wheels run down;
13 Creep home, and take your place there,
14 The spent and maimed among;
15 God grant you find one face there,
16 You loved when all was young.

Comments about Young And Old by Charles Kingsley

  • Susan Williams (2/16/2016 1:08:00 PM)

    I wonder if we all read this one in ways determined by our own personalities and life experiences and cannot see the author's meaning? I see sadness here- a young life wasted until he comes home in his closing years to see what could have been was better than what he found wasting his life in vainglorious pursuits. What did you see? (Report) Reply

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  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (2/16/2016 2:28:00 AM)

    That's fantastic, ideally it is very difficult to keep the same at constant. (Report) Reply

  • (10/16/2006 5:20:00 PM)

    I just love this poem and its sentiment (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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