I questioned Poetry, Say, I said -- What am I, old or young? 'Young as the heart remains,' she smiled -- 'While laughter comes, and song.' Say, am I old or am I young? I asked Philosophy. 'The way that women look at you Should answer that' -- growled he. So, when I claim, by my high blood, A life still young and jolly, Women, with their indifferent looks, Reprove me for my folly. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UNDERWOODS: BOOK 1: 25. MOTHER AND SON by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE BUOY-BELL by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER FAREWELL TO SUMMER by GEORGE ARNOLD FOUR SONNETS: 3 by FRANK DAVIS ASHBURN THE LAST MAN: RECEPTION OF EVIL TIDINGS by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES ECCLESIASTES: THE LIGHT IS SWEET by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |