HAS there any old fellow got mixed with the boys?
If there has, take him out, without making a noise.
Hang the Almanac's cheat and the Catalogue's spite!
Old Time is a liar! We're twenty to-night!
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I learned this in grammar school...the nuns insisted...it has never left me...just loved it Rosalie
The boys is wow: this poem is wonderful.i L.O.V.E it..it's just wow.
Realistically thankfully not just the rich boys club, because these aspirations seem sown into parenthood and reflect the dreams and desires of parents for daughters and sons. Many of the greatest sporting heroes, actors on film and stage, composers, writers, singers, adventurers have come from across the spectrum of society. Without their achievements our cultural heritage is indelibly diminished. Their triumphs successes inspire dreams hopes within a child like creativity and imagination within each generation, which enriches fosters nurtures blesses us all. Love also often renders both genders suddenly mysteriously young. So here’s to ‘The Purity Of Love’ When it comes to a pure love age is neutralized we are all children playing in life’s playground.
Poem seems to reflect the hopes and aspirations of Fathers. Though it seems aimed at the upper crust, who joggle sons into positions. The poem does not note a worker or manual labor type position. We all have hopes for our sons.
i must say a 10+.....kudos to you Mr. Holmes....thanks, reminded me of my father.... this weekend him and my mother left for their final destination home. (HEAVEN) ....its been some time ago but i miss them dearly...and your poem put a smile on my face as it reminded me of him. Thankyou Great Work..! ! !
Has anyone analyzed the poem and identified 'the boys'? Smith is Samuel Smith who wrote 'America', and I believe there are nine others whose names I'd like to know.
This is a wonderfull touching poem, and I guess it has some truthfulness in its meaning. For all men shall remain children no matter how old they turn, nor what position they ever may occupy, there is that childish thing in them, if you take, they die.
I learned this poem in grammar school...the nuns insisted...it has never left me...I love it