In his poem, Collins captures the spirit of childhood, discussing the various things he imagined himself being throughout the ages. He also discusses the fact that as one ages, this pizzazz of life goes away. He talks about the wonderous things which one imagines in early childhood, from magic to being a soldier, to when one ages, and these things dissapear from life, do a more drull existance. This poem is made effective when he refers to aging as "a disfiguring chicken pox of the soul," as this puts to light how one changes drastically from childhood to adulthood. His overall message in this poem is one of despair; that as one ages, the bitter reality of the real world replaces the exciting wonders of the childhood world.
This poem fits into my personal life experiences in the way that my earlier years were full of imagination; I was often a soldier in the future, using lightsabers to slay my enemies. This of course, is not really something I do anymore, as aging as made my existance one more set in a dull reality.
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