Richard Willard Armour Poems

The bride, white of hair, is stooped over her cane
Her faltering footsteps need guiding.
While down the church aisle, with wan toothless smile,
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Good sportsmanship we hail, we sing.
It's always pleasant when you spot it.
There's only one unhappy thing;
You have to lose to prove you've got it.
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My day-old son is plenty scrawny,
his mouth is wide with screams, or yawny;
His ears seem larger than he's needing,
His nose is flat, his chin's receding.
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Night after night, for years on end,
My mattress has been my closest friend.

My mattress and I are cozy and pally;
There are hills on the sides - I sleep in the valley.
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One small hand to hold in yours,
One small face to smile,
One wet kiss as he says 'good-night'
One small child.
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Little boys are treasures
Who are worth their weight in gold
And charm everyone around them
From the time they're hours old.
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One runner's safe, one runner's out,
Or so the ump has beckoned.
The one who's safe touched second first,
The one who's out, first second.
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Please don't get up, she said to me
While pausing at my table
But I got up so she could see
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