Respuesta :

Answer:

Poem About Aging .

Explanation:

LITERATURE

1. William Shakespeare, Sonnet 73.

That time of year thou mayst in me behold

When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang

Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,

Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.

In me thou see’st the twilight of such day

As after sunset fadeth in the west;

Which by and by black night doth take away,

Death’s second self, that seals up all in rest ...

LITERATURE

10 of the Best Poems about Growing Old

The best poems about ageing selected by Dr Oliver Tearle

‘I grow old… I grow old…’ So speaks J. Alfred Prufrock in T. S. Eliot’s classic poem. And, indeed, poets have often been drawn to the topic of growing old and approaching one’s winter years. Here are ten of the very finest poems about ageing, from the age of Shakespeare to the current century.

1. William Shakespeare, Sonnet 73.

That time of year thou mayst in me behold

When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang

Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,

Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.

In me thou see’st the twilight of such day

As after sunset fadeth in the west;

Which by and by black night doth take away,

Death’s second self, that seals up all in rest ...

When I was young?—Ah, woful When!

Ah! for the change ’twixt Now and Then!

This breathing house not built with hands,

This body that does me grievous wrong,

O’er aery cliffs and glittering sands,

How lightly then it flashed along:—

Like those trim skiffs, unknown of yore,

On winding lakes and rivers wide,

That ask no aid of sail or oar,

That fear no spite of wind or tide!

Nought cared this body for wind or weather

When Youth and I lived in’t together …

Answer:

Once upon a midnight happy

My passion was the dilapidated seniority

Much I marvelled the splendid arthritis

'Aging!' chuckled I, 'Yes aging!'

Deep into that darkness maturing

In a kingdom full of oldsters

While my grandchildren ring the bells

That grandma won't be here much longer

'It's that degeneration,' I muttered

Through which came worsening, worsening, worsening

I sat yet again on my late husband's sofa

I woke up in the hospital seeing my daughter

While staring at my grandson's toy otter

"You only have a few months left" the doctor shuttered

Explanation:

Plot is of an old lady who's noticing her further aging and is at the brink of death