Friend, your white beard sweeps the ground.
Why do you stand, expectant?
Do you hope to see it
In one of your withered days?
With your old eyes
Do you hope to see
The triumphal march of justice?
Do not wait, friend!
Take your white beard
And your old eyes
To more tender lands.
Friend, your white beard sweeps the ground
Analysis, meaning and summary of Stephen Crane's poem Friend, your white beard sweeps the ground
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The times they aren’t a’changin!
I love this poem. Its implications are great and its legacy is devistating.