Nothing Gold Can Stay: Poem Analysis

Back when there was just one somebody to be waiting for me every day, I knew every time I went to school would be a happy day. All my hope was pushed on that one friend; happy if she was present, upset when not. This, of course, did not last. On the first day of school, one year, she left without a word. Like said in the poem: “Her early leaf’s a flower, but only so an hour.” My first 4 years in Elementary blossomed as we grew closer, but that year she did not come back. Again, as in the poem “Nothing gold can stay.” Though I held onto the memories for some time, life is always changing, and I moved on. Those golden days were gone, and so I eventually thought about it less and less. And as hard as I tried to hold on, my grasp loosened day by day. It wasn’t expected, so, yes “Eden sank to grief”. But the world went on, and so did my choice. I learned to let go of these types of

When it was growing, every day I would observe it for a few minutes. As a small sapling, it’s head was bent and it’s leaves a bit drowsy. But when bigger, the sun would cast it’s rays at it and the flower would glow and stand up tall. It’s blazing pink petals would light up and filter the room with a warmness. That was the golden part of the flower’s life. One day, a small tendril reached out from the flower’s dainty upper stem. My family knew that if cared for properly, this little stem would grow up to be another blossom. “Her early leaf’s a flower” the poem states, and this was the early leaf. But when winter reached our place, the flower’s head looked drowsy. We kept caring for it, and it made it through December. But in early January, a damage had been done that couldn’t be fixed. We had been gone for a week, and it was slowly dying. One day, when I arrived home after a day of school, the dining table was bare. I didn’t talk abou it, but I knew the flower’s time in the world had been