A Lament by P.B. Shelley
Here, Shelley laments the loss of her youth and the prime years of her life. She says that a joy has left her now that she is too old, and that it can never be won back. While I would like to disagree with this and say that there are still good times to be had after your prime, I cannot say from experience. Her poem showcases a common fear of growing old.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
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