Classic and Contemporary Poetry
DIE AT 40!, by LILLIE BENDER ROONEY First Line: Age! You should not be living at this hour Last Line: Commercial world no place for you appears. Subject(s): Middle Age | ||||||||
Age! You should not be living at this hour, Earth has no need of you; you are wreck Upon the sea of life. Nothing can check The greedy waves of circumstance which tower Above your head, and through this greed, devour All self-respect. You are a tiny speck Of driftwood floating idly at the beck And call of youth. Deprived of vital power To set your course, you are thus forced to wait In idle dreaming of your useful past. You say you are not old? Ah, forty years Is now a ripe old age. It is your fate To thrill with life, yet know in all the vast Commercial world no place for you appears. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WAKING THE MORNING DREAMLESS AFTER LONG SLEEP by JANE HIRSHFIELD PERISHABLE, IT SAID by JANE HIRSHFIELD QUICKLY AGING HERE by DENIS JOHNSON TWENTY QUESTIONS by DAVID LEHMAN EAST OF CARTHAGE: AN IDYLL by KHALED MATTAWA FIVE ACCOUNTS OF A MONOGAMOUS MAN by WILLIAM MEREDITH TWO SONGS OF PEACE: 2 by YEHUDA AMICHAI OUT OF THE OLD HOUSE, NANCY by WILLIAM MCKENDREE CARLETON |
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