Time's Revenge Poem by Walter Learned

When I was ten and she fifteen--
Ah, me! how fair I thought her.
She treated with disdainful mien
The homage that I brought her,
And, in a patronizing way,
Would of my shy advances say:
'It's really quite absurd, you see;
He's very much too young for me.'

I'm twenty now, she twenty-five--
Well, well! how old she's growing.
I fancy that my suit might thrive
If pressed again; but, owing
To great discrepancy in age,
Her marked attentions don't engage
My young affections, for, you see,
She's really quite too old for me.