He's cocksure in all his opinions And no one can tell him a thing; Of all the world's goodly dominions He thinks he's undoubtedly king. He gives the cold shoulder to folks who are older (Exactly as we used to do), But I got over it, you got over it, He'll get over it too. He's certain the world is his oyster Which he can crack open alone, And down life's broad highway he'll roister And sneer at its perils unknown. He'll go his way scorning all manner of warning (We did it, it's nothing so new). But I got over it, you got over it, He'll get over it too! I envy him, taking his chances With blithe and unquestioning cheer, Undaunted by destiny's glances, Cocksure, with no shadow of fear; There's no need to wonder at each youthful blunder (Ah, once @3we@1 were young, through and through), But I got over it, you got over it, (Sad it is that we must get over it) He'll get over it too! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SANCTUARY by LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY A BALLAD UPON A WEDDING by JOHN SUCKLING THE STEAM-ENGINE: CANTO 10. ROSES ALL THE WAY by T. BAKER OUR LADY OF CHANGE by BERTON BRALEY EPISTLE FROM LORD BORINGDON TO LORD GRANVILLE by GEORGE CANNING |