FROM day to day we are born, as each night wanes, And nothing of our former life remains. The alien course of yesterday is run; What life we have this morning is begun. Say not, old man, that you are rich in age: Of years gone by you keep no heritage. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOD'S WAY by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR AND WHAT SHALL YOU SAY? by JOSEPH SEAMON COTTER JR. THE BURNING OF THE TEMPLE by ISAAC ROSENBERG A RONDEL OF LUVE [LOVE] by ALEXANDER SCOTT (1520-1590) LACHRYMAE MUSARUM (THE DEATH OF TENNYSON) by WILLIAM WATSON HYMN TO SANTA RITA; THE PATRON SAINT OF THE IMPOSSIBLE by ALVEY AUGUSTUS ADEE IN AN ATELIER by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |