Jim and I as children played together, Best of friends for many years were we I, alas! had no luck, was a Jonah, Jim, my chum, was lucky as could be. Oh lucky Jim, how I envy him! Years passed by, still Jim and I were comrades. He and I both loved the same sweet maid. She loved Jim, and married him one evening. Jim was lucky, I unlucky stayed. Oh lucky Jim, how I envy him! Years rolled on, and death took Jim away, boys Left his widow, and she married me. Now we're married, oft I think of Jim, boys, Sleeping in the churchyard, peacefully. Oh lucky Jim, how I envy him! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG OF THE OPEN COUNTRY by DOROTHY PARKER THE FLY, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE EPIGRAM: 59. ON SPIES by BEN JONSON ODE ON THE DEATH OF HIS FATHER by JORGE MANRIQUE THE TRANSFORMATION OF A TEXAS GIRL by JAMES BARTON ADAMS LILIES: 2. MY SWORD by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) PSALM 40. EXPECTANS EXPECTAVI by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 66. THE THREE AGES OF WOMAN: 1 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |