I'D LIKE to play in old New York, The sturdy slinger said "I'd like to go there now, and stay Until my arm was dead. It's not, perhaps, the softest place Where any man could play For John McGraw rides all his men, And rides them all the day! BUTwhen you're old, you're not kicked out, To face the world alone You'll find this principle in John Full many an ancient star still decks The payroll of McGraw Good service wins his loyal hand And that's his only law!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OH, SWEET CONTENT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES LOREINE: A HORSE by ARTHUR DAVISON FICKE A DIALOGUE BETWEEN THE SOUL AND BODY by ANDREW MARVELL RIDDLE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: THE MAGIC LAND by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: THE SHORE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON DON JUAN: CANTO 3 by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |