Growin Old. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD AEAFGAGA FDFDHAHA IJIJFAFA CKCKAKAK DADALKLK| Old age aw can feel's creepin on | A |
| Aw've noa taste for what once made me glad | B |
| Mi love ov wild marlocks is gooan | A |
| An aw know awm noa longer a lad | B |
| When aw luk back at th' mile stooans aw've pass'd | C |
| As aw've thowtlessly stroll'd o'er life's track | D |
| Awm foorced to acknowledge at last | C |
| 'At its mooastly been all a mistak | D |
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| Aw know aw can ne'er start agean | A |
| An what's done aw can nivver undo | E |
| All aw've gained has been simply to leearn | A |
| Ha mi hooaps one bi one's fallen throo | F |
| When a lad wi' moor follies nor brains | G |
| Aw thowt what awd do as a man | A |
| An aw caanted mi profits an gains | G |
| As a lad full ov hooap only can | A |
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| An aw thowt when mi beard 'gan to grow | F |
| Aw could leead all this world in a string | D |
| Yet it tuk but a few years to show | F |
| 'At aw couldn't do onny sich thing | D |
| But aw tewd an aw fowt neet an day | H |
| An detarmined awd nivver give in | A |
| Hooap still cheered me on wi' her ray | H |
| An awd faith 'at i'th' long run awst win | A |
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| A fortun aw felt wor for me | I |
| An joy seem'd i'th' grasp o' mi list | J |
| An aw laffd as aw clutched it wi' glee | I |
| But someha or other it miss'd | J |
| Still aw pluckt up mi courage once moor | F |
| An aw struggled wi' might an wi' main | A |
| But awd noa better luck nor befooar | F |
| An mi harvest wor sorrow an pain | A |
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| An nah when mi best days are passed | C |
| An mi courage an strength are all spent | K |
| Aw've to stand o' one side an at last | C |
| Wi' mi failures an falls rest content | K |
| In this world some pleasures to win | A |
| Aw've been trubbled an tried an perplext | K |
| An aw've thowtlessly rushed into sin | A |
| An ne'er cared for a treasure i'th' next | K |
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| As mi limbs get moor feeble an waik | D |
| An aw know sooin mi race will be run | A |
| Mi heart ommost feels fit to braik | D |
| When aw think what aw've left all undone | A |
| Nah aw've nobbut th' fag end o' mi days | L |
| To prepare for a world withaat end | K |
| Soa its time aw wor changin mi ways | L |
| For ther's noa time like the present to mend | K |
John Hartley
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