DOC MEYERS said I had satyriasis, And Doc Hill called it leucaemia -- But I know what brought me here: I was sixty-four but strong as a man Of thirty-five or forty. And it wasn't writing a letter a day, And it wasn't late hours seven nights a week, And it wasn't the strain of thinking of Minnie, And it wasn't fear or a jealous dread, Or the endless task of trying to fathom Her wonderful mind, or sympathy For the wretched life she led With her first and second husband -- It was none of these that laid me low -- But the clamor of daughters and threats of sons, And the sneers and curses of all my kin Right up to the day I sneaked to Peoria And married Minnie in spite of them -- And why do you wonder my will was made For the best and purest of women? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 50 by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE ARCHITECT AT THE EDGE OF THE SEA by KAREN SWENSON THE IRISH SPINNING-WHEEL by ALFRED PERCEVAL GRAVES HIS PRAYER FOR ABSOLUTION by ROBERT HERRICK ON PLAYWRIGHT (1) by BEN JONSON A SONG TO CELIA by CHARLES SEDLEY |