The night I left my father said: "You'll go and do some stupid thing. You've no more sense in that fat head Than Silly Billy Witterling. "Not sense to come in when it rains -- Not sense enough for that, you've got. You'll get a bullet through your brains, Before you know, as like as not." And now I'm lying in the trench And shells and bullets through the night Are raining in a steady drench, I'm thinking the old man was right. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING QUIET by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI FEELINGS OF A REPUBLICAN ON THE FALL OF BONAPARTE by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 98 by PHILIP SIDNEY PHILOCTETES: PHILOCTETES CALLS FOR DEATH by AESCHYLUS LOVE MAKES THE BEST POETS; AN IDYLLIUM by BION HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 24 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH MATRIMONIAL MELODIES: 1. ASHES TO ASHES by BERTON BRALEY |