THE girls in my vicinity — Ah, there were quite a few — All used to be so neighborly When I was twenty-two. There always was a pretty maid To say that I looked fine, And any of them, unafraid, Would go with me to dine. They used to call me "Good Prince Hal" And lend me kisses plenty, Oh, every maiden was my "pal" When I was two-and-twenty. But now things are not just as they Were in those times of yore, They slight me terribly to-day, Though I'm but twenty-four. The reason any fool can see Why our lives lie asunder — I married one at twenty-three, That was the fatal blunder. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEFORE MARCHING, AND AFTER (IN MEMORIAM F.W.G.) by THOMAS HARDY A REQUIEM FOR SOLDIERS LOST IN OCEAN TRANSPORTS by HERMAN MELVILLE ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 5. AGAINST SUSPICION by MARK AKENSIDE VERSES ON MRS. ROWE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |