I told him we our game would play Some other time, less busy day; And so he sighed and went away. A smile upon his features died; He bit his lip, and turned aside, His childish heart unsatisfied. I heard the patter of his feet Go down the stairs and down the street, Some playmate there perhaps to meet. I heard a fool go speeding by; I heard a car, I heard a cry; Now that's a year ago, and I -- So many things had greater claim, Some other time we'd play our game -- Some other time that never came. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DREAM OF JULIUS CAESAR by ROBERT FROST THE PRODIGAL SON by DAVID IGNATOW TO THE ROCK THAT WILL BE A CORNERSTONE OF THE HOUSE by ROBINSON JEFFERS CHAMBER MUSIC: 8 by JAMES JOYCE THE CORNUCOPIA OF RED AND GREEN COMFITS by AMY LOWELL |