(26 March 1859 – 30 April 1936 / Worcestershire)

Xxxv: When First My Way To Fair I Took

When first my way to fair I took
Few pence in purse had I,
And long I used to stand and look
At things I could not buy.

Now times are altered: if I care
To buy a thing, I can;
The pence are here and here's the fair,
But where's the lost young man?

- - To think that two and two are four
And neither five nor three
The heart of man has long been sore
And long 'tis like to be.

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Many poets have tried to express what the last verse says, but in my opinion none has come close to its concisely targeted impact. So silly-looking; so profound.