I MET a man of ninety-three Who took my hand in his, He took my hand and shook my hand And gave my wife a kiss; "You've married the pride of Westmoreland" He said, and he looked his fill -- But a hearty man of ninety-three May kiss whomever he will. There's a deal of truth and wisdom too In a man of ninety-three, Yet I did not need an aged man To find the maid for me; When I married the pride of Westmoreland Youth's wisdom did not floor me -- I took my pick in Kendal town Like Harry the Eighth before me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FICTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON PROVINCIA DESERTA by EZRA POUND A SONNET TO HEAVENLY BEAUTY by JOACHIM DU BELLAY THE MEADOW STREAM by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN BABEL: THE GATE OF GOD by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |