There are novelties of pain When the first teeth go Quick to lose and slow to gain, When the first teeth go Ugly vacancies appear, New and lisping tones we bear ‘Tis a most erratic year When the first teeth go. It is infancy’s old age When the first teeth go It’s the turning of the page When the first teeth go It’s farewell to merry youth With its innocence and truth, With its tenderness and ruth, When the first teeth go. Youthīut me They cannot touch, Old Age and death…the strange And ignominious end of old Dead folk! 7.
When I was ignorant and small I used to have great fun all day, But now that I am wise and tall I must pretend I never play And so whenever people look I keep my eyes tight on my book. Though Life will rob me of my childhood days, And hedge a way for free, unbidden feet, It cannot steal my childhood thoughts and lays, Nor break the spell that lets me hear the beat Of Nature’s heart, and catch her whisper sweet. I remember, I remember, The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now, I often wish the night Had borne my breath away! I remember, I remember, The roses, red and white, The vi’lets, and the lily-cups, Those flowers made of light! The lilacs where the robin built, And where my brother set The laburnum on his birthday- The tree is living yet! I remember, I remember, Where I used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing My spirit flew in feathers then, That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow! I remember, I remember, The fir trees dark and high I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky: It was a childish ignorance, But now ‘tis little joy To know I’m farther off from heav’n Than when I was a boy. My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began So is it now I am a man So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The Child is father of the Man And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety. Some men a forward motion love But I by backward steps would move, And when this dust falls to the urn, In that state I came, return. But, ah! my soul with too much stay Is drunk, and staggers in the way. O, how I long to travel back, And tread again that ancient track! That I might once more reach that plain Where first I left my glorious train, From whence th’ enlightened spirit sees That shady city of palm trees. Before I understood this place Appointed for my second race, Or taught my soul to fancy aught But a white, celestial thought When yet I had not walked above A mile or two from my first love, And looking back, at that short space, Could see a glimpse of His bright face When on some gilded cloud or flower My gazing soul would dwell an hour, And in those weaker glories spy Some shadows of eternity Before I taught my tongue to wound My conscience with a sinful sound, Or had the black art to dispense A several sin to every sense, But felt through all this fleshly dress Bright shoots of everlastingness. Happy those early days! when I Shined in my angel infancy. You’ll love these poems since they have been written by famous poets. " We are so busy growing up, that we usually forget that are parents are growing older, too.In the first category, we are going to look at some of the most famous poems about growing up. They love you and you should love them, too. just turn your gaze around you, and you'll surely see that your parents are still there. 'di ka gusto ng crush mo, you feel bad about yourself, mababa nakuha mong grades sa school. Masarap talagang mafeel yung pagmamahal at pag-aaruga ng parents natin, diba? I wrote this poem to remind me and to remind everyone how we are all loved by our parents. That's the love you need to keep and to never let go. Given the chance for the greatest love ever told In what you want to be, in all your aspirations. It seems there are great and new horizons to share
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