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Eugene Field - Thirty-NineEugene Field - Thirty-Nine
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O hapless day! O wretched day!   I hoped you`d pass me by— Alas, the years have sneaked away   And all is changed but I! Had I the power, I would remand   You to a gloom condign, But here you`ve crept upon me and   I—I am thirty-nine! Now, were I thirty-five, I could   Assume a flippant guise; Or, were I forty years, I should   Undoubtedly look wise; For forty years are said to bring   Sedateness superfine; But thirty-nine don`t mean a thing—   À bas with thirty-nine! You healthy, hulking girls and boys,—   What makes you grow so fast? Oh, I`ll survive your lusty noise—   I`m tough and bound to last! No, no—I`m old and withered too—   I feel my powers decline (Yet none believes this can be true   Of one at thirty-nine). And you, dear girl with velvet eyes,   I wonder what you mean Through all our keen anxieties   By keeping sweet sixteen. With your dear love to warm my heart,   Wretch were I to repine; I was but jesting at the start—   I`m glad I`m thirty-nine! So, little children, roar and race   As blithely as you can, And, sweetheart, let your tender grace   Exalt the Day and Man; For then these factors (I`ll engage)   All subtly shall combine To make both juvenile and sage   The one who`s thirty-nine! Yes, after all, I`m free to say   I would much rather be Standing as I do stand to-day, `Twixt devil and deep sea; For though my face be dark with care   Or with a grimace shine, Each haply falls unto my share,   For I am thirty-nine! `Tis passing meet to make good cheer   And lord it like a king, Since only once we catch the year   That doesn`t mean a thing. O happy day! O gracious day!   I pledge thee in this wine— Come, let us journey on our way   A year, good Thirty-Nine!
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