Poem by Walter Learned

To Critics

WHEN I was seventeen I heard
    From each censorious tongue, 
"I'd not do that if I were you;
    You see you're rather young."

Now that I number forty years,
    I'm quite as often told 
Of this or that I shouldn't do
    Because I'm quite too old.

O carping world! If there's an age
    Where youth and manhood keep 
An equal poise, alas! I must
    Have passed it in my sleep. 

1. Humility
2. With a Spray of Apple Blossoms
3. The Prime of Life
4. Free
5. On the Fly-Leaf of a Book of Old Plays

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