HE came from where he started And was going where he went. He hadn't had a smell of food, Not even had a scent. He never even muttered once Till he began to talk, And when he left the kitchen door He took the garden walk. He said: "There's no one with me, Because I am alone; I might have scintillated once; My clothes have always shone. I got here 'fore the other ones Because I started first: The reason I look shabby is Because I'm dressed the worst." Then I asked him where he came from -- This was just before we parted, And he muttered indistinctly, "Oh, I come from where I started!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A LOUSE, ON SEEING ONE ON A LADY'S BONNET AT CHURCH by ROBERT BURNS LITTLE BOY BLUE by EUGENE FIELD CHILDREN by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR TO ONE IN PARADISE by EDGAR ALLAN POE VARIUM ET MUTABILE by THOMAS WYATT THE BROOK: SUMMER by LAURA ABELL FOOTLIGHT MOTIFS: 2. PHOEBE FOSTER by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS STANZAS, COMPOSED WHILE WALKING ON WARREN HILL, EARLY SUMMER'S MORNING by BERNARD BARTON |