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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LIFE, by NAN TERRELL REED First Line: They told me that life could be just what I made it Last Line: Where is that gown I could fashion -- alone? | |||
THEY TOLD ME that Life could be just what I made it -- Life could be fashioned and worn like a gown; I, the designer; mine the decision Whether to wear it with bonnet or crown. And so I selected the prettiest pattern -- Life should be made of the rosiest hue -- Something unique, and a bit out of fashion, One that perhaps would be chosen by few. But other folks came and they leaned o'er my shoulder; Somebody questioned the ultimate cost; Somebody tangled the thread I was using; One day I found that my scissors were lost. And somebody claimed the material faded; Somebody said I'd be tired ere 'twas worn; Somebody's fingers, too pointed and spiteful, Snatched at the cloth, and I saw it was torn. Oh! somebody tried to do all of the sewing, Wanting always to advise or condone. Here is my life, the product of many; Where is that gown I could fashion -- alone? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HALF-WAY HOUSE by NAN TERRELL REED AT CASTLE WOOD by EMILY JANE BRONTE LAY OF THE TRILOBITE by MAY EMMA GOLDWORTH KENDALL A DEDICATION by ALFRED TENNYSON NIOBE: THE GODS' CHILDREN by AESCHYLUS THE IMPROVISATORE: ALBERT AND EMILY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 104. WRITTEN AT FLORENCE: 2 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE BIRTHPLACE OF DREAMS by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 1 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |
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