by: William Shakespeare
HEN forty winters shall besiege thy brow - And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,
- Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now,
- Will be a tottered weed of small worth held:
- Then being asked where all thy beauty lies,
- Where all the treasure of thy lusty days,
- To say within thine own deep-sunken eyes
- Were an all-eating shame and thriftless praise.
- How much more prasie deserved thy beauty's use
- If thou couldst answer, 'This fair child of mine
- Shall sum my count and make my old excuse,'
- Proving his beauty by succession thine.
- This were to be new made when thou art old
- And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st cold.
I picked this poem by william shakespeare because it has meaning for children and replicate families.Tells you not too waste no time on self pleasure and also reserve beauty and satisfy the world of nature.
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