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The Problem of Youth

The Problem of Youth

-The theme or the main idea of this passage is the problem of youth.

-According to Fielden Hughes, the older people create the problem of youth.

-The writer says “There is only one difference between an old man and a young one “that is the young man has a glorious future before him and the old one has a splendid past behind him.

-When the writer himself was a teenager, he felt that he was young and uncertain.

-A teenager probably wants to be a problem as it gives him a certain identity and be regarded as something interesting.

-The writer finds the young “exciting”. They like to lead a free and easy life. They never commit themselves to selfish ambitions or love of comfort. They are not social climbers who are always striving to improve their social positions. They have no “devotion to material things”.

-The writer is writing from the point of view of the older people. His intention is to build a better understanding between the old and the young.

-The writer uses the argumentative type of prose writing in this passage. He is arguing that the problem of youth is due to the misunderstanding between the youth and the old.

-The writer uses the expression “they…cosmic beings” to refer to the young people and “us suburban creatures” refer to the old ones. By the expression “cosmic beings”, the reader come to visualize an image of strange beings from another planet, which are different from us, ordinary human beings, referred to as “us suburban creatures”. The writer uses these expressions in the sense that the young are different from the old although they are human beings.

Education

Education

-Parents have to do much less for their children today because their home has become much less of a workshop.

-Home has become much less of a workshop for clothes can be bought ready made, washing can go to the laundry, food can be bought cooked, canned or preserved, bread is baked and delivered by the baker, milk arrives on the door step, meals can be had at the restaurant, the works’ canteen and the school dining-room.

-It is unusual now for father to pursue his trade or other employment at home.

-His children rarely see him at his place of work because he works out-side his home.

-When the young wage-earner earns good money, he acquires a feeling of economic independence.

-To have a working mother isn’t unusual in a child’s home life.

-Mother’s earnings and the older children drawing substantial wages makes father a seldom dominant figure nowadays.

-When mother works economic advantages accrue but the children lose something of great value if mother’s employment prevents her from being home to greet them when they return from school.

-My choice will be a home much less of a workshop. A home must be a place where I can take a rest. When a home becomes a workshop, a man has lost his home. Nowadays even modern hotels and business centres are created to offer the atmosphere and comforts of home.

-”Boys are seldom trained to follow their father’s occupation” says the writer. I think so. In the past the kinds of occupation were limited. Sons and grandsons inherited their fathers’. At present there are so many kinds of occupations to choose from.

-For extra income the practice of mothers going to work is desirable. Most families need more money to meet rising prices. On the other hand, children lose something of great value if mother’s employment prevents her from being home to greet them when they from school. The bond between mother and the children is love. Love decreases when they are away from each other. In the long run, children get love-lorn.

The Road Not Taken

The road not taken

(Robert Frost)

1. Theme

Making decision is part of our lives. In other words, we often meet such a situation in which we have to decide which one we should choose. We have the chance to choose only one. We cannot choose both. As we can’t foresee exactly what will happen in the future, we have to choose the one that we think is better than the other. At last we can only come to realize that whether our choice is right or wrong after many years. At that time we can’t return back and start from the beginning again. Our choice, therefore, will make all the differences in our lives.

2. Paraphrase

The poet saw the two roads diverge in a yellow wood. He felt sorry that he could not follow both roads at the same time. As a traveler, he stood at the road fork and looked as far as he would see. He looked where the road curved in the low bushes. Then he decided to choose one road, hoping that it might be more attractive and interesting to him. As the road was grassy and it seemed to him that only few people used it. Although he chose the first road to follow, both of these were nearly the same. The poet walked in the morning on the road where no step could be found and it was covered with decayed leaves so the road was black in colour. However he kept along with the first road he had chosen because he knew about the way of the road. But he did not know the road led him on and he wondered whether he could come back or not. He will be telling about his choice of the roads with a sigh for ages and ages. Two roads diverged in the wood and he took the one, which was used by few people, and it had made him all the differences in his life.

3. Structure

The language used in the poem is simple. There are four stanzas in the poem. There are five lines in each stanza. The language used in the poem suits the subject matter. There is nothing complicated but at the same time it gives the feeling of the poet right away. The words, which have same rhyme in the poem, are ‘wood’ and ‘stood’, ‘both’ and ‘growth’, ‘fair’ and ‘wear’, ‘claim’ and ‘same’, ‘lay’ and ‘day’ and ‘black’ and ‘back’.

All I have to do is dream

All I have to do is dream

drea-ea-ea-m,dream,dream,dream

when i want u in my arms when i want u and all your charms whenever i want u

all i have to do is drea-ea-ea-m,dream,dream,dream

when i feel blue in the night and i want u to hold me tight whenever i want u

all i have to do is drea-ea-ea-m

i can make u mine taste your lip some wine anytime night or day

only trouble is gee whiz(?)

i’m dreamin’ my life away

i need u so that i could die i love u so

and that is why whenever i want u all i have to do is

drea-ea-ea-m,dream,dream,dream,drea-ea-ea-m,dream,dream

whenever i want u all i have to do is drea-ea-ea-m

i need u so that i could die i love u so and that is why whenever i want u all

i have to do is drea-ea-ea-m,dream,dream,dream,drea-ea-ea-m

dream,dream

whenever i want u all i have to do is drea-ea-ea-m………

The clock ticks on

The clock ticks on

As the wind chimes play along the breeze

Singing songs to stir the soul,

Rainbow colours entwined in fairytales

On the maypole…

Sing the songs of lands from far away,

Other times and another place,

The wind can carry us all away from here

Charmed in her embrace…

Leaves turn to red, the nights are getting colder,

Seasons will change, the clock ticks on…

Leaves fill the trees as the days are getting warmer,

Days turn to years, the clock ticks on….

A cloak and dagger, no fear of freedom

When hearts beat in another time,

Ever changing, the clock ticks on,

If only in your mind…

The wind has died and the chimes are still again

The trees stand tall as they cover me in shade

In the mirror a maiden stares at me

As the secret fades…

And though the clock ticks on to the future

It’s in the past my heart will stay

In a time so far from me

I’ll return someday…

More than I can say

More than I can say

-Leo Sayer

Whoa, whoa

Yeah, yeah

I love you more than I can say

I’ll love you twice as much tomorrow

Whoa-oh

Love you more than I can say

Whoa, whoa

Yeah, yeah

I miss you ev’ry single day

Why must my life be filled with sorrow

Ooooh, oh

I love you more than I can say

Ah, don’t you know I need you so

Oh, tell me please

I gotta know

Do you mean to make me cry

Am I just another guy

Whoa, whoa

Yeah, yeah

I love you more than I can say

Why must my life be filled with sorrow

Whoa-oh

I’ll love you twice as much tomorrow

[Instrumental Interlude]

Ah, don’t you know I need you so

So tell me please

I gotta know

Do you mean to make me cry

Am I just another guy

Whoa, whoa

Yeah, yeah

I love you more than I can say

I’ll love you twice as much tomorrow

Whoa-oh

Love you more than I can say

I love you more than I can say

I love you more than I can say

Oh-oh, ooooooh

(More than I can say)

I love twice as much tomorrow

(More than I can say)

I love twice as much tomorrow

(More than I can say)

I love you more than I can say

(More than I can say)

I love you more than words can say

Yesterday once more

Yesterday once more

When I was young

I’d listened to the radio

Waitin’ for my favorite songs

When they played I’d sing along

It made me smile

Those were such happy times

And not so long ago

How I wondered where they’d gone

But they’re back again

Just like a long lost friend

All the songs I loved so well

(*) Every Sha-la-la-la

Every Wo-wo-wo

Still shines

Every shing-a-ling-a-ling

That they’re starting to sing’s

So fine

When they get to the part

Where he’s breakin’ her heart

It can really make me cry

Just like before

It’s yesterday once more

Lookin’ back on how it was

In years gone by

And the good times that I had

Makes today seem rather sad

So much has changed

It was songs of love that

I would sing to them

And I’d memorize each word

Those old melodies

Still sound so good to me

As they melt the years away

Repeat (*)

All my best memories

Come back clearly to me

Some can even make me cry

Just like before

It’s yesterday once more

Repeat (*)