OUR OWN VERSEMAKERS.
As a. child, ho thinks of many- things,Longs for what tho morrow, brings, :: Shares each pleasure every joy, With some other girl or boy. Now he is a child no moro, Behind him stretches boyhood's shore, Solving the problems of to-day, . No time has HE to be: gay. : But soon he reaches the ago of rest, Surrounded by" comforts of'the best, Time he has-to think,- at last, Not of tho present; but—tli'o past. (It's a curious'versemakiiig'for a smallish person, "Penny Plain . . . Do you know what introspectivß means? Anyhow it's thoughtful . . . and most of us don't think very hard at all. You know about rhymes. And you nearly know about rhythm. There is just the last line of the second verse that is a beat short, and the second line of tho laßt verse that is a wee bit long. It is not a very happy line at all; that on© ... "comforts of the best" is somehow awfully " stuffy," isn 't it? Send us more very soon.—Fairiel.)
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Evening Post, Volume CVI, Issue 46, 1 September 1928, Page 15
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169OUR OWN VERSEMAKERS. Evening Post, Volume CVI, Issue 46, 1 September 1928, Page 15
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