A man of words and not of deeds Is like a garden full of weeds; And when the weeds begin to grow, It's like a garden full of snow; And when the snow begins to fall, It's like a bird upon the wall; And when the bird away does fly, It's like an eagle in the sky; And when the sky begins to roar, It's like a lion at the door; And when the door begins to crack, It's like a stick across your back; And when your back begins to smart, It's like a penknife in your heart; And when your heart begins to bleed, You're dead, and dead, and dead indeed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AMERICA by ARTHUR CLEVELAND COXE RARE INTERVALS by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN THE VISION by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE GRANDFATHER WATTS'S PRIVATE FOURTH by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER THE SLAVE'S LAMENT by ROBERT BURNS |