AGE is a dreary thing when left alone: It needs the sunshine brought by fresher years; It lives its youth again while seeing youth, And childhood brings its childhood back again. But for the lonely and the aged man Left to the silent hearth, the vacant home Where no sweet voices sound, no light steps come Disturbing memory from its heaviness -- Wo for such lot! 'tis life's most desolate! Age needeth love and youth to cheer the path -- The short dark pathway leading to the tomb. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STREET CRIES: 6. TO RICHARD WAGNER by SIDNEY LANIER THE WIND AT THE DOOR by WILLIAM BARNES ELEGY: 3. CHANGE by JOHN DONNE VAQUERO by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER A CANADIAN BOAT SONG; WRITTEN ON THE RIVER ST. LAWRENCE by THOMAS MOORE A SATIRE [OR, SATYR] AGAINST MANKIND by JOHN WILMOT |