When I was young (or maybe, five), And glad, so glad to be alive, Oh, how my fancy used to itch To be – how shall I put it? – rich! A millionaire, it seemed to me, Was quite the only thing to be; A millionaire or billionaire Or trillionaire – let’s leave it there! Well, now my jolly youth is dead, My pretty, infant fancies fled, And here I sit and brood and itch To be – how shall I put it? – rich!
by Simon Sargon (b. 1938)
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The dinosaur and icthyosaur Are not among the things that are, Though once the beasts were features. Oh, how sad it is to contemplate How nature can eliminate Unnecessary creatures!
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Your little hands, Your little feet, Your little mouth — Oh, God, how sweet! Your little nose, Your little ears, Your eyes, that shed Such little tears! Your little voice, So soft and kind; Your little soul, Your little mind!
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Babies haven’t any hair; Old men’s heads are just as bare; Between the cradle and the grave Lies a haircut and a shave.
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- by Samuel Hoffenstein (1890 - 1947)