A Rude Awakening

A Rude Awakening.
50.7

They were talking of ages-
A giddy, old beau,
And a pretty, young maiden
Of eighteen or so.

“I am scarcely too ancient
For you, dear, am I?”
He whispered her softly
Through a plaintive sigh.

“Ah, the years are as nothing-”
His heart-beats came fast,
He thought he had captured
A maiden at last-

“Ah, the years are as nothing,
Dear Major,” said she.
“To me you will always
Be just 23.”
-William J. Lampton.