WHAT is that, mother? A man, my child. See, there he goes, with gait and aspect mild. But see what he's got on, my mother dear — But listen, and that coat you'll plainly hear, Though he's a block away! Yet, yet, my boy, He does not wear that jacket to annoy; For how could we both know, if it was off, That he is swell enough to play at golf? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOT OUR GOOD LUCK by ROBINSON JEFFERS TAPS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON NOBODY'S LOOKIN' BUT DE OWL AND DE MOON (A NEGRO SERENADE) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON DOMEDAY BOOK: JOHN CAMPBELL AND CARL EATON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |