Some sigh for this or that; My wishes don't go far; The world may wag at will, So I have my cigar. Some fret themselves to death With Whig and Tory jar, I don't care which is in, So I have my cigar. Sir John requests my vote, And so does Mr. Marr; I don't care how it goes, So I have my cigar. Some want a German row, Some wish a Russian war; I care not—I'm at peace, So I have my cigar. I never see the "Post," I seldom read the "Star"; The "Globe" I scarcely heed, So I have my cigar. They tell me that Bank Stock Is sunk much under par; It's all the same to me, So I have my cigar. Honours have come to men My juniors at the Bar; No matter—I can wait, So I have my cigar. Ambition frets me not, A cab or glory's car Are just the same to me, So I have my cigar. I worship no vain gods, But serve the household Lar; I'm sure to be at home So I have my cigar. I do not seek for fame, A general with a scar; A private let me be So I have my cigar. To have my choice among The toys of life's bazaar, The deuce may take them all So I have my cigar. Some minds are often tost By tempests like a tar; I always seem in port, So I have my cigar. The ardent flame of love My bosom cannot char, I smoke, but do not burn, So I have my cigar. They tell me Nancy Low Has married Mr. R.; The jilt! but I can live, So I have my cigar. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE WHEEL OF BEING I by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE MOUNTAIN by HAYDEN CARRUTH QUESTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON GHOSTS OF THE OLD YEAR by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON AUTUMN SONG by KATHERINE MANSFIELD HARRISON STREET COURT by CARL SANDBURG |