I MET a man of ninety-three Who took my hand in his, He took my hand and shook my hand And gave my wife a kiss; "You've married the pride of Westmoreland" He said, and he looked his fill -- But a hearty man of ninety-three May kiss whomever he will. There's a deal of truth and wisdom too In a man of ninety-three, Yet I did not need an aged man To find the maid for me; When I married the pride of Westmoreland Youth's wisdom did not floor me -- I took my pick in Kendal town Like Harry the Eighth before me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOCKED OUT; AS TOLD TO A CHILD by ROBERT FROST WHAT WE SAID THE LIGHT SAID by JAMES GALVIN LET ME NOT HATE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LOST ILLUSIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE MAN TO BE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO HENRY LINCOLN JOHNSON - LAWYER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |