[fusion_builder_container hundred_percent=”no” equal_height_columns=”no” menu_anchor=”” hide_on_mobile=”small-visibility,medium-visibility,large-visibility” class=”” id=”” background_color=”” background_image=”” background_position=”center center” background_repeat=”no-repeat” fade=”no” background_parallax=”none” parallax_speed=”0.3" video_mp4=”” video_webm=”” video_ogv=”” video_url=”” video_aspect_ratio=”16:9" video_loop=”yes” video_mute=”yes” overlay_color=”” video_preview_image=”” border_size=”” border_color=”” border_style=”solid” padding_top=”” padding_bottom=”” padding_left=”” padding_right=””][fus[fusion_builder_row][fusion_builder_column type=”1_1" layout=”1_1" background_position=”left top” background_color=”” border_size=”” border_color=”” border_style=”solid” border_position=”all” spacing=”yes” background_image=”” background_repeat=”no-repeat” padding_top=”” padding_right=”” padding_bottom=”” padding_left=”” margin_top=”0px” margin_bottom=”0px” class=”” id=”” animation_type=”” animation_speed=”0.3" animation_direction=”left” hide_on_mobile=”small-visibility,medium-visibility,large-visibility” center_content=”no” last=”no” min_height=”” hover_type=”none” link=””]ion_te[fusion_text] a senior in high school, like many seniors in high school today, I was asked for a quote to place under my senior yearbook photo. I had forgotten what I had written until tonight when I read the inspirational poem, My Lost Youth, by Henry Wordsworth Longfellow.
Inspirational Poem, My Lost Youth
At the age of 17, I couldn’t fully comprehend the meaning of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s poem, My Lost Youth. But as I read the inspirational poem on aging, there was one repetitive line that stood out more than the others. I felt a strong connection to it but at first I didn’t understand why. That night as I began to fall asleep, the reason came to me. My mother was losing a long battle against a slow growing, inoperable brain tumor. The loving memories of my childhood years would be all that I would have to hold on to as I traveled through my own life without her.
The line from this inspirational poem on aging I chose to place under my senior photo from the poem, My Lost Youth, was…
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
My quote is a line that was part of a verse Longfellow took from a Lapland song. I remember my friends asking me why I chose that line. I simply replied, “Because memories of my youth will always be with me.” Now that I am in my grandmother years, I might add the poem’s lines…
And with joy that is almost pain
My heart goes back to wander there,
And among the dreams of the days that were,
I find my lost youth again.
Poem readings can be very personal. If you ask several people to read the same poem, they will most likely describe to you a different interpretation. Longfellow wrote My Lost Youth as a tribute to the home of his youthful years in Maine and to his own youthful years.
Even though I was never a young boy nor lived in Portland, Maine, I could relate to the theme of this inspirational poem. If you can support your reasons for your personal interpretation of a poem and have it make sense, then it’s never wrong.
Perhaps Not So Much of an Inspirational Poem
Now that I am approaching my 70’s, I have a second interpretation of this poem. As we age, our short-term memory tends to fade in and out, but our long-term memory…our thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts…I find my lost youth again.
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