“A Second Childhood.”When all my days are endingAnd I have no song to sing,I think that I shall not be too oldTo stare at everything;As I stared once at a nursery doorOr a tall tree and a swing.Wherein God’s ponderous mercy hangsOn all my sins and me,Because He does not take awayThe terror from the treeAnd stones still shine along the roadThat are and cannot be.Men grow too old for love, my love,Men grow too old for wine,But I shall not grow too old to seeUnearthly daylight shine,Changing my chamber’s dust to snowTill I doubt if it be mine.Behold, the crowning mercies melt,The first surprises stay;And in my dross is dropped a giftFor which I dare not pray:That a man grow used to grief and joyBut not to night and day.Men grow too old for love, my love,Men grow too old for lies;But I shall not grow too old to seeEnormous night arise,A cloud that is larger than the worldAnd a monster made of eyes.Nor am I worthy to unlooseThe latchet of my shoe;Or shake the dust from off my feetOr the staff that bears me throughOn ground that is too good to last,Too solid to be true.Men grow too old to woo, my love,Men grow too old to wed;But I shall not grow too old to seeHung crazily overheadIncredible rafters when I wakeAnd I find that I am not dead.A thrill of thunder in my hair:Though blackening clouds be plain,Still I am stung and startledBy the first drop of the rain:Romance and pride and passion passAnd these are what remain.Strange crawling carpets of the grass,Wide windows of the sky;So in this perilous grace of GodWith all my sins go I:And things grow new though I grow old,Though I grow old and die.”
In this poem, G.K. Chesterton reflects on the process of aging and how it affects one's perception of the world. He explores the idea that as people grow older, they may become accustomed to certain aspects of life, but there will always be new and wonderous experiences waiting to be discovered. Let's delve deeper into Chesterton's musings on growing old in "A Second Childhood."
Chesterton begins by acknowledging the inevitability of aging, but contrasts this with the enduring ability to appreciate the beauty and mystery of the world. Despite the passage of time, he finds solace in the idea that he will always have the capacity to marvel at the wonders around him, much like a child discovering the world for the first time.
The poet also emphasizes the dichotomy between the transient nature of earthly pleasures, such as love and wine, and the eternal and ever-changing aspects of life. He finds comfort in the idea that even as he grows older, there will always be new experiences and challenges to face.
Ultimately, Chesterton concludes that while aging may bring about its own set of trials and tribulations, it also opens the door to new possibilities and revelations. He finds beauty in the constant evolution of life, noting that even as he grows old and faces mortality, there will always be a sense of renewal and rebirth in the world around him.
In this poem, G.K. Chesterton explores the idea of maintaining a childlike wonder and appreciation for life, even as we age. The poem reflects on the beauty and mystery of the world, as well as the inevitability of growing old and facing mortality. Despite the passage of time, the speaker finds solace in the enduring marvels of nature and the divine. This message serves as a reminder to embrace the present moment and find joy in the small wonders of life, no matter our age.
In this poignant poem by G.K. Chesterton, the poet muses on the idea of a "second childhood" as he contemplates growing old. He reflects on the beauty and wonder of the world, even as he acknowledges the passage of time and the inevitability of aging. The poem captures the bittersweet essence of getting older and the enduring ability to find joy and meaning in life.
Reflecting on G.K. Chesterton's poem "A Second Childhood," consider the following questions:
“I grow old … I grow old … I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.”
“You see that old woman? That will never happen to you. You will never grow old, and you will never die.And it means something else too, doesn't it? I shall never ever grow up.”
“I would prove to the men how mistaken they are in thinking that they no longerfall in love when they grow old--not knowing that they grow old when they stopfalling in love.”
“I wrote this story for you, but when I began it I had not realized that girls grow quicker than books. As a result you are already too old for fairy tales, and by the time it is printed and bound you will be older still. But some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again. You can then take it down from some upper shelf, dust it, and tell me what you think of it. I shall probably be too deaf to hear, and too old to understand a word you say, but I shall still be your affectionate Godfather, C. S. Lewis.”
“It is a pity the spirit does not grow old too.”
“I will be gone from here and sing my songs/ In the forest wilderness where the wild beasts are,/ And carve in letters on the little trees/ The story of my love, and as the trees/ Will grow letters too will grow, to cry/ In a louder voice the story of my love.”