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1It’s Time to Go It’s Time to Go Jennifer Ceniceros ENG 125 Amy Hartmann
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2It’s Time to Go It’s Time to Go This paper will review Frost’s, “Nothing Gold can Stay” and “I Used to Live Here”, by Jean Rhys to address the topic of death. This is due largely on the fact that I took a job this summer in a nursing home. It is the same job that I had straight out of high school as an eighteen year-old adolescent. Looking back to that time, I cannot remember ever thinking that the elderly person depending on me for so many things could one day be a love one or myself. Since then I have seen the loss of all my grandparents as well as holding my mother’s hand through a heart attack. So now here I am, still young enough to feel like I have a lot of time of head of me, but old enough to realize that death is in the cards, for my loved ones and me. The first piece of work that I decided to write about is Robert Frost’s, “Nothing Gold can Stay”. It is a poem that has so much meaning. “The natural colors of green and bold are used as symbols of spring, which flows into successive seasons in the natural cycle” (Clugston, 2010). I was born and have lived near Boise Idaho my entire life. The area around here is often referred to as the ‘city of seasons’. There are major differenced between all four seasons both with what is felt and what is seen. It is sometimes also referred to as the ‘city of trees’ because of all the wonderful trees that we find in the valley. It is one of the most glorious things to see when there are rows and rows of large trees full of gold leaves. Nevertheless, like in the poem, the foliage does not stay. They are a beautiful Gold before they turn to green for the summer months, then they will once again turn to gold before it is time for them to fall from the trees. Although it is the most beautiful of all colors, and some would arguable the most valuable, it is the color that lasts the least amount of time. The same can be said about the life span of a human which is what I think Frost was symbolizing in this poem.
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3It’s Time to Go Much like the leaves of the trees, as babies we are golden to those who we surround. The laughter of a young child playing or the sweet smile of a baby can light up the darkest of times. Then as the youngster grows into a teenager and on into an adult, the doting is over and it is just a person going through life. Yes, they are loved, but they are not really the center of the room at all times. However, as the adult enters into the “golden” years, they are once doted upon and their smile or laugh is contagious. Not for the same reason as when they are babies, but maybe for better reasons. Maybe because it is at this time that family members and close friends realize that soon their golden leaves will fall from the tree of live and be just a memory for them to
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This note was uploaded on 02/11/2012 for the course ENG 125 Eng 125 taught by Professor Unknown during the Spring '11 term at Ashford University.

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