Poetry of Kansas

Strayed.

I WONDER, sometimes, as I sit alone,
   When the cares of the busy day are over,
And the books are closed, and the clerks are gone,
   What has become of that careless rover
 
That I knew so well some years ago
   As a devil-may-care, wild sort of a fellow,
With a face like mine, only younger you know,
   Not quite so wrinkled, nor half so yellow.
 
He vanished one glorious day in June,
   The happiest day in all my life;
We never missed him till he was gone,
   And a woman stood by that I called "'my wife."
 
And I soon forgot I had ever known
   Such a devil-may-care, wild sort of a rover,
Save now and then as I sit alone
   When the cares of the busy day are over.
 
Then, sometimes, I wonder where he can be,
   For we never have seen him about since then,
But he looked altogether so much like me
   That I'm glad he never came back again.

__Albert Bigelow Paine.

 
Rhymes by Two Friends
Albert Bigelow Paine & William Allen White
(Fort Scott: M. L. Izor and Son. 1893)
Pages 57-58
 
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October 25, 2002 / John & Susan Howell / Wichita, Kansas / howell@kotn.org

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