Robert William Service

Here you will find the Poem Henry of poet Robert William Service

Henry

Mary and I were twenty-two
 When we were wed;
A well-matched pair, right smart to view
 The town's folk said.
For twenty years I have been true
 To nuptial bed.

But oh alas! The march of time,
 Life's wear and tear!
Now I am in my lusty prime
 With pep to spare,
While she looks ten more years than I'm,
 With greying hair.

'Twas on our trip dear friends among,
 To New Orleans,
A stranger's silly trip of tongue
 Kiboshed my dreams:
I heard her say: 'How very young
 His mother seems.'

Child-bearing gets a woman down,
 And six had she;
Yet now somehow I feel a clown
 When she's with me;
When cuties smile one cannot frown,
 You must agree.

How often I have heard it said:
 'For happy fate,
In age a girl ten years ahead
 Should choose her mate.'
Now twenty years to Mary wed
 I know too late.