Dorothy Parker

(22 August 1893 - 7 June 1967 / Long Branch / New Jersey)

To Newcastle - Poem by Dorothy Parker

I met a man the other day-
A kindly man, and serious-
Who viewed me in a thoughtful way,
And spoke me so, and spoke me thus:

"Oh, dallying's a sad mistake;
'Tis craven to survey the morrow!
Go give your heart, and if it break-
A wise companion is Sorrow.

"Oh, live, my child, nor keep your soul
To crowd your coffin when you're dead...."
I asked his work; he dealt in coal,
And shipped it up the Tyne, he said.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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