Billy rides in a limousine, Jack walks in the dusty way; Billy has hair like a raven's wing While Jack's is turning gray. Billy's laughter is glad and free, Jack's smile is grave and slow; But Jack, he tells me of wonderful things, Things Billy will never know. Jack's brow bears the lines of years ill spent, And Billy's is smooth and fair; And Billy he swears that he loves me true, And Jack, he doesn't care. So I shall ride in the limousine, As a sensible girl should do; For why should I walk in the dust with Jack, When he hasn't asked me to? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FACADE: 21. THE OWL by EDITH SITWELL PLACES: 4. EVENING (NAHANT) by SARA TEASDALE SPRING SONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE REFORMER by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER SHE PASSED THIS WAY by ANNA M. ACKERMANN ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 3. TO THE CUCKOO by MARK AKENSIDE THE SPROUTING BOARD by AL-ISRA'ILI |