What Fifty Said October 18, 2007Posted by Rambling Man in Poetry & Humor.
Tags: poetry, Robert Frost
What Fifty Said
by Robert Frost
When I was young my teachers were the old.
I gave up fire for form till I was cold.
I suffered like a metal being cast.
I went to school to age to learn the past.
Now when I am old my teachers are the young.
What can’t be molded must be cracked and sprung.
I strain at lessons fit to start a suture.
I got to school to youth to learn the future.