Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, ALL ON ACCOUNT OF THE BABY', by AMOS RUSSEL WELLS


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ALL ON ACCOUNT OF THE BABY', by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: An ache in the back and an ache in the arms
Last Line: All on account of the baby
Subject(s): Babies


An ache in the back and an ache in the arms,
All on account of the baby;
A fear and a fright and a thousand alarms,
All on account of the baby;
And bottles and rattles and whistles and rings,
From cellar to attic a clutter of things,
From morning to night and to morning again
More fuss and more fume than an army of men,
And a head that is stupid for lack of its
Bleep,
And a heart where a flood of anxieties leap, -
All on account of the baby.

A joy In the heart and a light in the eyes,
All on account of the baby.
A growing content and a growing surprise,
All on account of the baby;
And patience that conquers a myriad frets,
And a sunshiny song that another begets,
And pureness of soul as a baby is pure,
And sureness of faith as the children are sure,
And a glory of love between husband and wife,
And a saner and happier outlook on life,
All on account of the baby.





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