I do not ask a store of wealth, Nor special gift of power; I hope always for strength and health To brave each troubled hour. But life would be distinctly good, However low my place is, Had I a memory that could Remember names and faces. I am not troubled by the fact That common skill is mine; I care not that my life has lacked The glory of the fine. But, oh, when someone speaks to me, My cheeks grow red with shame Because I'm sure that he must see That I have lost his name. Embarrassment, where'er I go, Pursues me night and day; I hear some good friend's glad "Hello," And stop a word to say. His voice melodiously may ring, But that's all lost on me, For all the time I'm wondering Whoever can he be. I envy no man's talent rare Save his who can repeat The names of men, no matter where It is they chance to meet. For he escapes the bitter blow, The sorrow and regret, Of greeting friends he ought to know As though they'd never met. I do not ask a store of gold, High station here, or fame; I have no burning wish to hold The popular acclaim; Life's lanes I'd gladly journey through, Nor mind the stony places, Could I but do as others do And know men's names and faces! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WANDERINGS OF OISIN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE DAY-DREAM: THE SLEEPING PALACE by ALFRED TENNYSON LINES TO A BEAUTIFUL AND BUS-RIDING LADY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE TAXI by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 36. STRONG, LIKE THE SEA by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |