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Oliver Wendell Holmes - The Boys

HAS there any old fellow got mixed with the boys?
If there has, take him out, without making a noise.
Hang the Almanac's cheat and the Catalogue's spite!
Old Time is a liar! We're twenty to-night!

We're twenty! We're twenty! Who says we are more?
He's tipsy,-- young jackanapes!-- show him the door!
"Gray temples at twenty?"-- Yes ! white if we please;
Where the snow-flakes fall thickest there's nothing can freeze!

Was it snowing I spoke of? Excuse the mistake!
Look close,-- you will see not a sign of a flake!
We want some new garlands for those we have shed,--
And these are white roses in place of the red.

We've a trick, we young fellows, you may have been told,
Of talking (in public) as if we were old:--
That boy we call "Doctor," and this we call "Judge;"
It's a neat little fiction,-- of course it's all fudge.

That fellow's the "Speaker,"-- the one on the right;
"Mr. Mayor," my young one, how are you to-night?
That's our "Member of Congress," we say when we chaff;
There's the "Reverend" What's his name?-- don't make me laugh.

That boy with the grave mathematical look
Made believe he had written a wonderful book,
And the ROYAL SOCIETY thought it was true!
So they chose him right in; a good joke it was, too!

There's a boy, we pretend, with a three-decker brain,
That could harness a team with a logical chain;
When he spoke for our manhood in syllabled fire,
We called him "The Justice," but now he's "The Squire."

And there's a nice youngster of excellent pith,--
Fate tried to conceal him by naming him Smith;
But he shouted a song for the brave and the free,
Just read on his medal, "My country," "of thee!"

You hear that boy laughing?-- You think he's all fun;
But the angels laugh, too, at the good he has done;
The children laugh loud as they troop to his call,
And the poor man that knows him laughs loudest of all!

Yes, we're boys, --always playing with tongue or with pen,--
And I sometimes have asked,-- Shall we ever be men?
Shall we always be youthful, and laughing, and gay,
Till the last dear companion drops smiling away?

Then here's to our boyhood, its gold and its gray!
The stars of its winter, the dews of its May!
And when we have done with our life-lasting toys,
Dear Father, take care of thy children, THE BOYS! 

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Poet: Oliver Wendell Holmes
Poem: The Boys

Comment 2 of 2, added on November 13th, 2008 at 10:21 AM.

It all started when the three of us attended Kindergarden together. And now we still get together for a reunion once a year. Amazing how vivid recollections of incidents and aquaintances long forgotten become once brought into the conversation.The era in which we lived called for us to serve our country in the military and upon our return to civilian life and college find jobs in other states far from our beloved home town where we all grew up with its trolley cars and horse-drawn wagons.I plan to read "The Boys" at our next reunion now that we are all "80" but in our hearts we are all still 20!!

JOHN OROURKE from United States
Comment 1 of 2, added on February 20th, 2006 at 5:55 PM.

This is just one of many nostalgic "aging" poems,generally written by men. It is recited, in part, by one of the captured soldiers, who is awaiting torture in the 1943 film, The Purple Heart, starring Dana Andrews. The reason for the recitation was that Dana's character, the captain of the captured air crew, had just reached the ancient age of 30!

Allen Boston from United States

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