Author Walt Whitman The two old, simple problems ever intertwined,Close home, elusive, present, baffled, grappled.By each successive age insoluble, pass'd on,To ours to-day—and we pass on the same. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments