Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE THIEF, by JOHN A. STOVER First Line: Where'er I go, there follows he Last Line: To tell the sorry tale. Subject(s): Crime & Criminals | ||||||||
Where'er I go, there follows he A thief both stern and grim, It matters not what path I take, There's no eluding him. At thieving he is merciless, And yet I strangely find, For each thing taken he will leave Some poorer thing behind. Just recently he snatched away A pair of trusted legs, But laughingly he left behind Some old rheumatic pegs. He took from me my youthful eyes, A couple of good ears, But failing ones he handed me In payment for my tears, He robbed me of my steady nerve, And my desire to play, Then next he seized my auburn locks But left me a toupee. This goes right on from day to day, It seems 'twill never stop, My body once so trim and neat Resembles some junk shop. But Time for that's his name it seems, Will never leave my trail, Until there's nothing left of me, To tell the sorry tale. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LANDLADY OF THE WHINTON INN TELLS A STORY by AMY LOWELL THE MORE A MAN HAS THE MORE A MAN WANTS by PAUL MULDOON SUMMER SOLSTICE, NEW YORK CITY by SHARON OLDS MARRYING THE HANGMAN by MARGARET ATWOOD IN PHARAOH'S TOMB by HAYDEN CARRUTH DOMESDAY BOOK: CHARLES WARREN, THE SHERIFF by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE ILLEGITIMATE by JOHN A. STOVER DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: DIRGE FOR WOLFRAM by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |
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