[Poems by Tabb in] Father Tabb a study of his life and works with uncollected and unpublished poems |
MY TROUBLE |
[Poems by Tabb in] Father Tabb | ||
MY TROUBLE
Alas! what shall I do?
I have lost my nearest friend;
He tender was and true,
And faithful to the end.
I have lost my nearest friend;
He tender was and true,
And faithful to the end.
In sunshine and in shade
He closer stuck to me
Than handle to a blade,
Or wax unto a bee.
He closer stuck to me
Than handle to a blade,
Or wax unto a bee.
But he'll not come again,
Nor know what I'm about,
For when he gave me pain,
The doctor cut him out.
Nor know what I'm about,
For when he gave me pain,
The doctor cut him out.
And sad it is to me
That I can never tell
If my appendix be
In heaven or in hell.
That I can never tell
If my appendix be
In heaven or in hell.
[Poems by Tabb in] Father Tabb | ||