I was fifty when Mother died. Really I do not mind Living alone. My thoughts range wide; Everyone is kind; Life slips smoothly along the groove. I am too schooled to miss What I never was free to have -- Love and a lover's kiss. Only my vanity feels a twinge! Now I shall never know Whether Love would have turned the hinge Had I been free to go, For I have the chin of the Wentworth clan's Unsought women; but then I have eyes like my mother's eyes That had the "come hither" for men. Life is good, and I am content With its peaceful ebb and flow, Only -- my vanity feels a twinge. Now I shall never know! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR OUR BETTER GRACES by JAMES GALVIN FRAGMENTS WRITTEN WHILE TRAVELING...A MIDWESTERN HEAT WAVE by JAMES GALVIN TO MAY HOWARD JACKSON - SCULPTOR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WAITING IN THE CHILDREN'S HOSPITAL by CLARENCE MAJOR DOMESDAY BOOK: GREGORY WENNER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS RECESSIONAL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |