Analysis of Children grown
Too soon, life has swept each one away;
I now feel what my parents must have felt.
Old age for me midlife for them.
Then our next generation comes.
When my final hour arrives,
Angels will sing and preachers will preach,
While loved ones weep and mourn.
I want a hallelujah singing service.
Weep not for me, but for yourselves!
| Scheme | XXXX XXXX X |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 111111101 1111110111 1111111 11010101 11101001 101101011 111101 1100101010 11111101 |
| Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
| Characters | 319 |
| Words | 60 |
| Sentences | 6 |
| Stanzas | 3 |
| Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 1 |
| Lines Amount | 9 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 28 |
| Words per line (avg) | 7 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 85 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 20 |
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Submitted on July 08, 2018
Modified on March 14, 2023
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