I used to have the blithest little playmate At my side, We skipped around together everywhere. We scampered up and down the stair steps, scrambled On the lawn, I never had to look him up for he was Always there. But now a drab-clothed fellow steals along At my back; We walk our way no faster than his step. He bids me clutch the stair rail; he watches, Snails my pace -- A bodyguard forever... forever on my track... But where's my bright-eyed playmate of the Gay, light step? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE STORY OF THE END OF THE STORY by JAMES GALVIN CHAMBER MUSIC: 8 by JAMES JOYCE |