AND so when he reached my bed The General made a stand: "My brave young fellow," he said, "I would shake your hand." So I lifted my arm, the right, With never a hand at all; Only a stump, a sight Fit to appal. "Well, well. Now that's too bad! That's sorrowful luck," he said; "But there! You give me, my lad, The left instead." So from under the blanket's rim I raised and showed him the other, A snag as ugly and grim As its ugly brother. He looked at each jagged wrist; He looked, but he did not speak; And then he bent down and kissed Me on either cheek. You wonder now I don't mind I hadn't a hand to offer. . . . They tell me (you know I'm blind) @3'Twas Grand-pere Joffre@1. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN ANCIENT TO ANCIENTS by THOMAS HARDY CREDO by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE TRAIL OF NINETY-EIGHT by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE THE OWL by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS THE INNOCENT MAGICIAN; OR, A CHARM AGAINST LOVE by PHILIP AYRES A SERIOUS REFLECTION ON HUMAN LIFE, SELECTION by HENRY BAKER |