There Was a Time

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There Was a Time

There was a time when this poor frame was whole

And I had youth and never another care,

Or none that should have troubled a strong soul.

Yet, except sometimes in a frosty air

When my heels hammered out a melody

From pavements of a city left behind,

I never would acknowledge my own glee

Because it was less mighty than my mind

Had dreamed of. Since I could not boast of strength

Great as I wished, weakness was all my boast.

I sought yet hated pity till at length

I earned it. Oh, too heavy was the cost.

But now that there is something I could use

My youth and strength for, I deny the age,

The care and weakness that I know⁠—refuse

To admit I am unworthy of the wage

Paid to a man who gives up eyes and breath

For what can neither ask nor heed his death.