Alas! what shall I do? I have lost my nearest friend; He tender was and true And faithful to the end. In sunshine and in shade He closer stuck to me Than handle to a blade, Or wax unto a bee. But he'll not come again, Nor know what I'm about, For when he gave me pain, The doctor cut him out. And sad it is to me That I can never tell If my appendix be In heaven or in hell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WAR IS KIND: 12 by STEPHEN CRANE ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 72 by PHILIP SIDNEY COMPOSED UPON WESTMINSTER BRIDGE, SEPTEMBER 3, 1802 by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE MAY DAY GARLAND by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN EAST SIDE MOVING PICTURE THEATRE - SUNDAY by MAXWELL BODENHEIM THE TWO CHILDREN by EMILY JANE BRONTE |