The music's dull I trust my Ears; The day is cold I blame no Blood; The air is mist I trust my Eyes; My breath is stale my Teeth hold good; My bed is hard I blame no Bones; My drink is Sour I trust my Tongue. Ears, Blood and Eyes; Teeth, Tongue and Bones Tell me what's wrong, And speak the truth. @3'It's strange, Old man, but no complaint Has come from Youth.'@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ADELAIDE AND JOHN WILKES BOOTH by EDGAR LEE MASTERS HUFFMAN'S PHOTOGRAPH OF THE GRAVES OF THE UNKNOWN AT LITTLE BIGHORN by KAREN SWENSON HUMAN LIFE by AUBREY THOMAS DE VERE SPRING WATER by KENNETH SLADE ALLING |