I AS newer comers crowd the fore, We drop behind. - We who have laboured long and sore Times out of mind, And keen are yet, must not regret To drop behind. II Yet there are some of us who grieve To go behind; Staunch, strenuous souls who scarce believe Their fires declined, And know none spares, remembers, cares Who go behind. III 'Tis not that we have unforetold The drop behind; We feel the new must oust the old In every kind; But yet we think, must we, must we, Too, drop behind? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GRAVES OF A HOUSEHOLD by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS WINDY NIGHTS by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON SATIRE: 1. TO JOHN POYNZ (POINS) by THOMAS WYATT PRAYER FOR A BOY WITH A KITE by DOROTHY P. ALBAUGH THE IMAGE OF GOD by FRANCISCO DE ALDANA |