IONCT was peert an' activ' An' enjoyed this mortal sp'ere; But all them times is over sence I'm stone deef in my year. I could allers tell 'twas mornin', For the cock crowed loud an' clear, I didn't need no clock till hard Uv hearin' in my year. I never larned ter read or write, Fur schoolin' wuz so dear, What er comfort ef I knowed how, now I'm stone deef in my year. The worl' looks sad an' differ'nt No matter whar I peer, An' vittles don't taste natchell sence I'm stone deef in my year. The friends that use' ter set with me Now quickly disappear When I go to the tavern, fur I'm stone deef in my year. None uv 'em likes ter scream an' bawl, Sometimes I drap er tear Fur the lonesome times I'm havin' sence I'm stone deef in my year. I don't know who's the president, Fur Grant is dead, I hear; I've had ter drap my country sence I'm stone deef in my year. This lan' is goin' ter catarack, An' politicks, I fear Is gittin' mightey twisted sence I've gone deef in my year. When I talk erbout er candidate The folks they laugh in jeer, They low I aint got jedgement now I'm stone deef in my year. An' may be they is half way right, Fur eve'ything seems queer To er man that's hard uv hearin, when He's stone deef in his year. It won't be long I'm thinkin' Tell I'm laid upon my bier, 'Twon't matter then I'm deefer than Er gate post in my year. Fur when the morn uv Jedgement breaks, An' Gabriel's horn I hear, I'll shout, fur then no longer I'll Be stone deef in my year. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET TO LAKE LEMAN by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE HILL WIFE: THE SMILE by ROBERT FROST A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 15 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE WIND IN A FROLIC by WILLIAM HOWITT TIME TO BE WISE by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR SIXTY-EIGHTH BIRTHDAY by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL |