1 When all the world is young, lad,
2 And all the trees are green;
3 And every goose a swan, lad,
4 And every lass a queen;
5 Then hey for boot and horse, lad,
6 And round the world away!
7 Young blood must have its course, lad,
8 And every dog his day.
9 When all the world is old, lad,
10 And all the trees are brown;
11 And all the sport is stale, lad,
12 And all the wheels run down;
13 Creep home, and take your place there,
14 The spent and maimed among;
15 God grant you find one face there,
16 You loved when all was young.
That's fantastic, ideally it is very difficult to keep the same at constant.
This was chosen as the official poem of The Cape Lookout Yacht Club by one of the three founders, W. Keats Sparrow, Dean Emeritus of East Carolina University’s Thomas Harriot College of Arts and Sciences.
We used to recite this great piece of work 64 years ago at school and I still think it great.
I HAVE FOUND THIS POEM TO BE VERY TRUE. MANY TIMES HAVE I MET PEOPLE YEARS APART AND NOTED HOW THEY HAVE CHANGED, NOT REALISING HOW I HAVE CHANGED TOO.
I wonder if we all read this one in ways determined by our own personalities and life experiences and cannot see the author's meaning? I see sadness here- a young life wasted until he comes home in his closing years to see what could have been was better than what he found wasting his life in vainglorious pursuits. What did you see?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I just love this poem and its sentiment