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The Panic of Growing Older is a poem that can be categorized under growth and living. Its context is partly scientific and mainly biological since biology is the study of all life or living matters.
This poem is a creative effort of Lenrie Peters (1932 - 2009), a multi talented Gambian citizen who was widely known to be an author, a singer, a broadcaster, and to crown it all; a medical doctor.
The poem tabled the human sequences of aging and its accompanied fear. An adult in his twenties_ uses his one sided view of life, to occupy himself with sweet simple fantasized gigantic expectations until he clocks thirty and then reality begins to set in. All the simple expectations and hopes seem hard to attain while aging approach quicker than blinks.
With the sincere tone of the poem, a sober mood of realization is created through the 32 lines of the poem; in which the 8 stanzas are quatrains mostly linked by enjambments.
Stanzaic summary:-
Stanza 1 means that the fear of aging increases by year. Stanza 2 implies that one will be filled with sweet hope at twenty. Stanza 3 says the expectations began to wane. Stanza 4 adds more implication of growing older where one has long hours

Lenrie Peters preoccupation in the poem: "The Panic Of Growing Older" can be considered as how some factors (time,ambition,hope,etc) affect the adult stage of human beings.

Lenrie Peters, the author of the poem, took age 20 upwards as his case study to show how the events of adulthood unfold. He revealed that a person begins adulthood with beautiful hopes:
"at twenty
stilled by hope
of gigantic success
and exploration"

Ten years later, one has gained the achievement of raising a family (which is not an achievement at all because such will surely occur as an adult), one becomes unnecessarily busy in domesticity that won't give room of seeing the moon, one begins to suffer emotional pains due to inability to achieve exp



The present reigned supreme
Like the shallow floods over the gutters
Over the raw paths where we had been,
The house with the shutters.

Too strange the sudden change
Of the times we buried when we left
The times before we had properly arranged
The memories that we kept.

Our sapless roots have fed
The wind-swept seedlings of another age.
Luxuriant weeds

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