Ah, friend of mine, how goes it, Since you've taken you a mate? -- Your smile, though, plainly shows it Is a very happy state! Dan Cupid's necromancy! You must sit you down and dine, And lubricate your fancy With a glass or two of wine. And as you have "deserted," As my other chums have done, While I laugh alone diverted, As you drop off one by one -- And I've remained unwedded, Till -- you see -- look here -- that I'm, In a manner, "snatched bald-headed" By the sportive hand of Time! I'm an "old 'un!" yes, but wrinkles Are not so plenty, quite, As to cover up the twinkles Of the @3boy@1 -- ain't I right? Yet, there are ghosts of kisses Under this mustache of mine My mem'ry only misses When I drown 'em out with wine. From acknowledgment so ample, You would hardly take me for What I am -- a perfect sample Of a "jolly bachelor"; Not a bachelor has being When he laughs at married life But his heart and soul's agreeing That he ought to have a wife! Ah, ha I old chum, this claret, Like Fatima, holds the key Of the old Blue-Beardish garret Of my hidden mystery! Did you say you'd like to listen? Ah, my boy! the "SAD NO MORE!" And the tear-drops that will glisten -- @3Turn the catch upon the door,@1 And sit you down beside me, And put yourself at ease -- I'll trouble you to slide me That wine decanter, please; The path is kind o' mazy Where my fancies have to go, And my heart gets sort o' lazy On the journey -- don't you know? Let me see -- when I was twenty -- It's a lordly age, my boy, When a fellow's money's plenty, And the leisure to enjoy -- And a girl -- with hair as golden As -- @3that@1; and lips -- well -- quite As red as @3this@1 I'm holdin' Between you and the light. And eyes and a complexion -- Ah, heavens! -- le'-me-see -- Well, -- just in this connection, -- @3Did you lock that door for me?@1 Did I start in recitation My past life to recall? Well, @3that's@1 an indication I am purty tight -- that's all! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO WHISTLER, AMERICAN; ON LOAN EXHIBIT OF PAINTINGS AT TATE GALLERY by EZRA POUND BURY ME IN A FREE LAND by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER A CHRISTMAS CAROL (1) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI ALASTOR; OR, THE SPIRIT OF SOLITUDE by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY LITTLE BILLEE by WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY TO FOREIGN LANDS by WALT WHITMAN |