I've been to school at least a hundred days Or maybe more; My brother, he just stays at home and plays,— He's only four. I'm old. I know that gnomes and elves and such Are just a fraud. There's no one 'cept my daddy knows so much, And, maybe, God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SURFACES AND MASKS; 6 by CLARENCE MAJOR LENTEN GREETING; TO A LADY by GEORGE SANTAYANA CENTRAL PARK AT DUSK by SARA TEASDALE THE LOVER MOURNS FOR THE LOSS OF LOVE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS EPITAPH: FOR MY GRANDMOTHER by COUNTEE CULLEN |