WHERE London's city skirts the Thames, In ball-room met two rival dames; Quoth one, "Why all this youthful sham? You now are but a @3has-been,@1 ma'am." " 'Tis better far," was the reply, "To be a @3has-been@1 such as I, Than still to hang upon the shelf, A @3never-was-er@1 like yourself." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO CHLOE WHO FOR HIS SAKE WISHED HERSELF YOUNGER by WILLIAM CARTWRIGHT AN APRIL MORNING by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH L'EAU DORMANTE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH BALM OF NATURE by ALICE GILL BENTON THE MEADOW STREAM by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 24 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |