He's cocksure in all his opinions And no one can tell him a thing; Of all the world's goodly dominions He thinks he's undoubtedly king. He gives the cold shoulder to folks who are older (Exactly as we used to do), But I got over it, you got over it, He'll get over it too. He's certain the world is his oyster Which he can crack open alone, And down life's broad highway he'll roister And sneer at its perils unknown. He'll go his way scorning all manner of warning (We did it, it's nothing so new). But I got over it, you got over it, He'll get over it too! I envy him, taking his chances With blithe and unquestioning cheer, Undaunted by destiny's glances, Cocksure, with no shadow of fear; There's no need to wonder at each youthful blunder (Ah, once @3we@1 were young, through and through), But I got over it, you got over it, (Sad it is that we must get over it) He'll get over it too! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUCOLIC COMEDY: THE DOLL by EDITH SITWELL THE MASTER'S TOUCH by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR IN THIS AGE OF HARD TRYING, NONCHALANCE IS GOOD AND by MARIANNE MOORE LYSISTRATA: HOW THE WOMEN WILL STOP WAR by ARISTOPHANES ONCE & EVER by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THREE MINUS ONE (REFRAIN SUGGESTED BY DR. RICHARD HOFFMAN) by BERTON BRALEY |