Most people live a humdrum life When they are married; day by day They have their petty little strife, They fuss and argue, yea and nay. And so they wear their lives away; But we, we gaze in scorn thereat And in our confidence we say: "Ah, @3we@1 won't ever be like that!" Many a husband leaves his wife While he goes out alone to play; A shrew whose tongue is like a knife Makes many a spouse grow dour and gray. While love that once was blithe and gay Grows unromantic, bald and fat; But @3our@1 love never shall decay And @3we@1 won't ever be like that! Shrill as the note of any fife The cynics' voices warn us, "Stay! The matrimonial state is rife With trouble, worry and dismay; Marriage is one continual fray Or else a boredom, dull and flat!" But why should that concern @3us,@1 pray? For we won't @3ever@1 be like that! ENVOY Sweetheart, though all the world should flay Wedlock as one continual spat; It wouldn't cause us to delay For we won't ever be like that! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE AND DEATH by SARA TEASDALE FIRST FRUITS IN 1812 [AUGUST 19, 1812] by WALLACE RICE FRED ENGLEHARDT'S BABY by CHARLES FOLLEN ADAMS LINES TO A BEAUTIFUL AND BUS-RIDING LADY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE GHOST by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM A SUNRISE IN MARCH by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN MAXIMS FOR THE OLD HOUSE: THE THRESHOLD by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |