Old men who have studied every leg show in the city Old men cut from touch by the perfumed music -- polished or fleeced skulls that stand before the whole theater in silent attitudes of attention, -- old men who have taken precedence over young men and even over dark-faced husbands whose minds are a street with arc-lights. Solitary old men for whom we find no excuses -- I bow my head in shame for those who malign you. Old men the peaceful beer of impotence be yours! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BIRDS DO THUS by ROBERT FROST SOLDIER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TRIFLE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |