At the Bars of Memory and Other Poems/Now I'm Old
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NOW I'M OLD
I used to like to argue
'Bout tariff schedules an' planks;
Cost o' home production
An' the ideas o' cranks;
Used to roast the durn free-traders
When our wheat an' corn was sold
At near starvation prices —
But now I'm old!
I used to like to campaign
For the grand old G. O. P.;
Headed torch-light processions
Since eighteen eighty-three;
Smoked cigars that smelt like rubber
An' drove in the rain an' cold
To 'tend some rousin' rally—
But now I'm old!
I've walked an' talked a heap lot
For candidates galore;
I've fit for Lincoln's party
Ever since the Civil War;
Never got a job for workin'
Nor a bit o' minted gold—
Just a million broken promises
An' now—I'm old!