#1912 #AmericanWriters #RhymesOfARollingStone
Perfection If I could practise what I preach… Of fellows there would few be fine… If I were true to what I teach My life would be a lot diviner.
“A year to live,” the Doctor said… “There is no cure,” and shook his… Ah me! I felt as good as dead. Yet quite resigned to fate was I, Thinking: “Well, since I have to…
I often wonder how Life clicks because They don’t make women now Like Mammy was. When broods of two or three
The sunshine seeks my little room To tell me Paris streets are gay; That children cry the lily bloom All up and down the leafy way; That half the town is mad with Ma…
I grabbed the new Who’s Who to se… My name —but it was not. Said I: “The form they posted me I filled and sent —so what?” I searched the essies," dour with…
A hundred people I employed, But when they struck for higher pa… I was so damnably annoyed I told them they could stay away. I simply shut my business down;
At school I never gained a prize, Proving myself the model ass; Yet how I watched the wistful eye… And cheered my mates who topped th… No envy in my heart I found,
They turned him loose; he bowed hi… A felon, bent and grey. His face was even as the Dead, He had no word to say. He sought the home of his old love…
Ye who know the Lone Trail fain w… Though it lead to glory or the dar… Ye who take the Lone Trail, bid y… The Lone Trail, the Lone Trail f… The trails of the world be countle…
Bob Briggs went in for Government… And helps to run the State; Some day they say he’ll represent His party in debate: But with punk politics his job,
The poppies that in Spring I sow, In rings of radiance gleam and glo… Like lords and ladies gay. A joy are they to dream beside, As in the air of eventide
Folk ask if I’m alive, Most think I’m not; Yet gaily I contrive To till my plot. The world its way can go,
A fat man sat in an orchestra stal… As he gazed at the primadonna tall… “Oh don’t you remember” he murmure… When hand in hand we used to go to… Ah me those days so gay and glad,…
I am a stout materialist; With abstract terms I can’t agree… And so I’ve made a little list Of words that don’t make sense to… To fool my reason I refuse,
Some praise the Lord for Light, The living spark; I thank God for the Night The healing dark. When wearily I lie,