Reflections

Well, I tried to read this poem to my husband and could barely get through it because my throat tightened up so much. The poet was born in 1884 and won a Pulitzer Prize in Poetry in 1919. from Poem-A-Day:

To a Young Girl at a Window

by Margaret Widdemer

The Poor Old Soul plods down the street, 

         Contented, and forgetting,

How Youth was wild, and Spring was wild 

 And how her life is setting; 

 

And you lean out to watch her there, 

And pity, nor remember, 

That Youth is hard, and Life is hard, 

        And quiet is December.