Byways
Salad days,
Did I miss them?
Fond salad days,
Did I kiss them
Goodbye,
For a shot
At the serious?
To be more earnest,
When a sky
Of love and larkery
Beckoned?
Did I try to be
The old head
Too soon?
Reckoned the one
To lunge at the tape,
Run up a score,
Make an escape -
By book and chalk
And a hammering
In my head.
It seems,
Whatever we do,
Whatever the talk,
It is all a kind,
Of hullabaloo.
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