For the second installment of this series we have one of my all time favourite poems.
This poem is about being the fear of being unable to fulfill your dreams of success and love before your death. And unfortunately for Keats, he did die before he achieved the success he wished for. But that's an unimportant piece of knowledge that has no real bearing on the true impact of this poem, in my opinion at least, because even if we were to live to be a hundred and fifty years old many of us would still fear that there isn't enough time to do what we wish to do.
"... then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink."
Here is a link to the poem so you can actually read it instead of looking at this mess.
