Fred Babbin

Rookie (1925 / Chicago)

Third Fig - Poem by Fred Babbin

I am not so clever
I am not so quick
As those who will endeavor
To burn their mortal wick
At both ends.
Besides, it‘s much
too late for me -
Life has made my wick
too damp, too weak.
I am so sick of life,
a way out's what I seek.


Comments about Third Fig by Fred Babbin

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 11, 2010

Poem Edited: Thursday, February 11, 2010


[Report Error]