Jim and I as children played together, Best of friends for many years were we I, alas! had no luck, was a Jonah, Jim, my chum, was lucky as could be. Oh lucky Jim, how I envy him! Years passed by, still Jim and I were comrades. He and I both loved the same sweet maid. She loved Jim, and married him one evening. Jim was lucky, I unlucky stayed. Oh lucky Jim, how I envy him! Years rolled on, and death took Jim away, boys Left his widow, and she married me. Now we're married, oft I think of Jim, boys, Sleeping in the churchyard, peacefully. Oh lucky Jim, how I envy him! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE TO SPRING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SEVEN TWILIGHTS: 6 by CONRAD AIKEN BACCALAUREATE by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH AT THE MERMAID TAVERN (APRIL 10, 1613) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DOMESDAY BOOK: ARCHIBALD LOWELL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SANDHILL PEOPLE by CARL SANDBURG |