Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO MY OLD COAT, by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER First Line: Wear well, poor coat, that time endears! Last Line: We soon must part, my dear old friend! | ||||||||
Wear well, poor coat, that time endears! Together we are growing old: My hand has brushed thee ten long years Can more of Socrates be told? If Fate aggressively still tries Thy patched and threadbare stuff to rend, Resistlike me, philosophize We must not part, my dear old friend! How fondly I recall the day When first I wore thee! 'Twas my fête And friends, who hailed my spruce array, Sang songs thy praise to celebrate. Thy poor old age of which I boast, True comrades never can offend, Oft still myself and thee they toast We must not part, my dear old friend! Have I debased thee with perfume, That warns when simpering fops are near; Or, cringing in some anteroom, Exposed thee to a patron's sneer? For ribbons that the wise man scorns All France is eager to contend: A rose thy buttonhole adorns We must not part, my dear old friend! No longer fear those reckless days, When kindred destinies were ours, Days, when we shared the blame and praise, The joy and sorrow, sun and showers. My need of tailors I foresee Is not far distant from an end: We'll end togetherwait for me We soon must part, my dear old friend! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BLESSINGS by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER CRICKET ON THE HEARTH by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER FALLING STARS by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER FRIENDSHIP by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER GIRLS! PASS ALONG! by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER MUCH LOVE by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER MY FLOWERS by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER MY VOCATION by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER ROSETTE by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER SHE IS SO PRETTY by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER |
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