Doc Meyers said I had satyriasis, And Doc Hill called it leucaemia — But I know what brought me here: I was sixty-four but strong as a man Of thirty-five or forty. And it wasn`t writing a letter a day, And it wasn`t late hours seven nights a week, And it wasn`t the strain of thinking of Minnie, And it wasn`t fear or a jealous dread, Or the endless task of trying to fathom Her wonderful mind, or sympathy For the wretched life she led With her first and second husband — It was none of these that laid me low — But the clamor of daughters and threats of sons, And the sneers and curses of all my kin Right up to the day I sneaked to Peoria And married Minnie in spite of them — And why do you wonder my will was made For the best and purest of women?SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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