NEW gray hairs are adorning my venerable dome. The sheriff came this morning and shooed me from my home. My good wife, Jane Mirandy, is weeping by the gate, and little Bess and Andy can't get their smiles on straight. Life treated us so gayly, that living seemed like play, but now it's willow-waly, alas, alackaday! We used up every dollar, as fast as it was earned, and now we sit and holler for all the coin we burned. We laughed at plodding neighbors, who pickled half their scads, the product of their labors, the dollars of their dads. While they were toiling, plugging, with fun from them afar, we went around chug-chugging, in mortgaged motor car. We heard the sages gabble of rainy days and woe, but laughed, and joined the rabble, to see the movie show. We hit the higher places, regardless of expense, and now the sheriff chases us from our residence. Well may you weep, Mirandy, and squirt the tears around, and well may Bess and Andy send up a doleful sound. Now that we've come our croppers, we view things with alarm; and we shall join the paupers, out at the county farm. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LA RONDE DU DIABLE by AMY LOWELL IN THE DAYS OF PRISMATIC COLOR by MARIANNE MOORE LAURA SLEEPING; ODE by CHARLES COTTON THE BLUE AND THE GRAY by FRANCIS MILES FINCH A TRAMPWOMAN'S TRAGEDY by THOMAS HARDY THE LONELY CHILD by JAMES OPPENHEIM THE PROUD MISS MACBRIDE; A LEGEND OF GOTHAM by JOHN GODFREY SAXE THE CHILD ALONE: 1. THE UNSEEN PLAYMATE by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON |