Sunday, July 26, 2009

Some times getting old has its own problems. When a person outlives his friends his life would be very lonely and sad. He would find his life miscerable. He may not have any one to relate or share his memories. The homes where he spent his leisure days when his friends were alive would no longer welcome him. Edwin Arlington Robinson describes the ordeal of one such old man thus:

There was not much that was ahead of him
And there was nothing in the town below
Where strangers would have shut the many doors
That friends had opened them long ago.
Read the rest of the poem

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