John Kennedy's a friend of mine, There's not a doubt about it, Although he doesn't "thee" and "thine," Although he doesn't shout it. His love he doesn't loudly state -- In fact when we are meeting, "Hello," he says, "you darned old skate," His customary greeting. It isn't what you'd call polite, It surely doesn't flatter, But if you know the heart is right It really doesn't matter. The friend who's for you, early, late, In speech may not be clever; But when he says, "you darned old skate," You have a friend forever. Oh, other men with studied speech Will come with words admiring; And yet they very seldom reach A hand when you are tiring. The folks today affectionate Tomorrow crowd and shove you; But when they say, "You darned old skate," Well, then you know they love you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOUNG BLOOD by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET SMALL COUNTRIES by JAMES GALVIN SAVORING THE PAST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE COLOR SERGEANT by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SURFACES AND MASKS; 1 by CLARENCE MAJOR |