The Lamentation of The OLd Pensioner

'The Lamentation of The OLd Pensioner' by William Daniels

I had a chair at every hearth
When no one turned to see
With "Look at the old fellow there,
And who may he be?"
And therefore i do wander on,

And the fret lies on me

The roadside trees keep murmuring.--
Ah, wherefore murmur ye
As in the old days long gone by,
Green oak and poplar tree!
The well-known faces are all gone
And the fret lies on me

Paraphrase:
This poem tells about the old pensioner that afraid of his life. pensioner said that he had every chair at every hearth, he had a share at every side when he was young. but no one care of him now, when he is just a pensioner, an old man. No body see at him. With no asking or remembering anything about him. He is afraid of the way people treat him. he thinks that every-side, the things still the same, oak and trees, that still care of him, keep him. then he thinks why everybody didn't do the same as the oak and trees? he is still worried with his life like that. (created by fanie),( fanie)