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Baby... A wee bit of heaven drifted down from above… A handful of happiness, A heart full of love, The mystery of life, so scared and sweet… The giver of joy, so deep and complete. Precious and priceless, so lovable too The worlds sweetest miracle, baby, is you. Unknown author
AGE by: Anacreon (c.572-488 BC) OFT am I by the women told, "Poor Anacreon! thou growest old; Look; how thy hairs are falling all; Poor Anacreon, how they fall!"-- Whether I grow old or no, By the effects I do not know; But this I know, without being told, 'Tis time to live, if i grow old; 'Tis time short pleasures now to take, Of little life the best to make, And manage wisely the last stake.
Teen Poem Life as a teenager is often very different than life as either a child or an adult. It is a turbulent time, with different obstacles to face, and often it seems as if there are many, many more of them. These poems are by teens, about teens, and about Life as they see it.
OLD AGE by: Anne Bradstreet (c.1612-1672) My memory is short, and braine is dry. My Almond-tree (gray haires) doth flourish now, And back, once straight, begins apace to bow. My grinders now are few, my sight doth faile My skin is wrinkled, and my cheeks are pale. No more rejoyce, at musickes pleasant noyse.
