A Shadow

I said unto myself, if I were dead,
What would befall these children? What would be
Their fate, who now are looking up to me
For help and furtherance? Their lives, I said,
Would be a volume wherein I have read
But the first chapters, and no longer see
To read the rest of their dear history,
So full of beauty and so full of dread.
Be comforted; the world is very old,
And generations pass, as they have passed,
A troop of shadows moving with the sun;
Thousands of times has the old tale been told;
The world belongs to those who come the last,
They will find hope and strength as we have done.

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Comments (6)

The world belongs to those who come the last, They will find hope and strength as we have done. Truly said. Thanks for he poem.
this is a very beautiful piece its emotional and inspiring sometimes we have to think of the worst that could happen and make sure we build great characters of our children the greatest inheritance is knowledge than material left to those loved ones
....nicely penned, ...and a great metaphor, our lives and chapters of a book ★
Their lives, I said, Would be a volume wherein I have read But the first chapters, and no longer see To read the rest of their dear history, So full of beauty and so full of dread. He certainly had the heart of a father: loving, caring, compassionate. Not like the deadbeats. He wanted to live and see the children grow up. He knew the kids were depending on him for sustenance, etc. He wanted to help them make something good of their life, and not disappoint them in any way as a father. This is such a beautiful, inspirational and heart warming poem. A winner. A gem. Father of the Year!
ehhhhh not that greeeaattttt could be a lottttt betterr ya kno.. i jus aint feelin it
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