Analysis of Stay Young



The things we leave behind
The things we left sitting there
The child was left behind
The habit got left behind
The growth that came
The child left at a park by mistake this time
Yesterday left where it was ,cut off
Today is here now ,never leaving our sight
The child feels in it’s heart, pain
That thing left behind
Who can recall it when seconds have passed
The child like the end of a speeding train
Leaving it all on the tracks, not a clue to follow
Only on the return , that seemed like forever ago
The child can see it now in the moment and laughs hysterically.


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Poetic Form
Metre 011101 0111101 011101 0101101 0111 01110110111 10111111 011111010101 0110111 11101 111111011 0110110101 1011101101110 10100111101001 011111001001100
Closest metre Iambic pentameter
Characters 576
Words 116
Sentences 1
Stanzas 1
Stanza Lengths 15
Lines Amount 15
Letters per line (avg) 30
Words per line (avg) 7
Letters per stanza (avg) 451
Words per stanza (avg) 111

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We all have to grow older.

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Written on April 01, 2023

Submitted by Jasper3rd on March 27, 2023

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