We don’t cry — Tim and I,
We are far too grand —
But we bolt the door tight
To prevent a friend —
Then we hide our brave face
Deep in our hand —
Not to cry — Tim and I —
We are far too grand —
Nor to dream — he and me —
Do we condescend —
We just shut our brown eye
To see to the end —
Tim — see Cottages —
But, Oh, so high!
Then — we shake — Tim and I —
And lest I — cry —
Tim — reads a little Hymn —
And we both pray —
Please, Sir, I and Tim —
Always lost the way!
We must die — by and by —
Clergymen say —
Tim — shall — if I — do —
I — too — if he —
How shall we arrange it —
Tim — was — so — shy?
Take us simultaneous — Lord —
I — “Tim” — and Me!
well i dont really understand poems like dis but wen i read the title it seemed like it was goin to be some kind of love poem but yea… dis poem makes me sad.. makes me think… i dont kno if i should but sadness is wat i think