Fuess and Stearns, comps. The Little Book of Society Verse. 1922.
By. Walter LearnedThe Prime of Life
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Ready to sit in my easy-chair,
To watch the world with a heart grown cold,
And smile at a folly I would not share,
And I am thinking that forty year
Is n’t the age that it seems to be,
When two pretty brown eyes are near.
A fact that I hope she will understand;
And forty year is a perfect rhyme
To dark brown eyes and a pretty hand.
Boys are sometimes gray, I am told:
Rose came by with a smile for me,
Just as I thought I was getting old.