Fog Life
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
Life is but a toy that swings on a bright gold chain
Ticking for a little while
To amuse a fascinated infant,
Until the keeper, a very old man,
Becomes tired of the game
And lets the watch run down.
by Carl Sandburg
by Naomi Long Madgett
Choose the statement that best compares the meaning of these poems.
1. People are like infants amused by toys.
O 2. Life is short, so live while you can
3. Time is only a shiny distraction.
O 4. Things of this world are fleeting.