I am just turned sixteen And my hair is red gold; My lips are like wine, And my eyes they are bold. The boys like me lots But I like just one. We dance and we ride And we swim -- O, what fun! Mother looks at me sadly, And says, "Dear, you should Sew, read, study Latin, and grow To be useful and good." Dear Mother is fifty and useful, But what does she have for her pains? She knows Latin, but what does she know Of the torrent that flows in my veins? I suppose that I too Shall be good when I'm old; But just now I'm sixteen And my hair is red gold. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A FRIEND I CAN'T FIND by JAMES GALVIN THE GREAT RACE PASSES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS OCTAVES: 21 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON LESSER EPISTLES: TO BERNARD LINTOTT by JOHN GAY TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN: THE THIRD DAY: AZRAEL by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW |