The night my father got me
His mind was not on me;
He did not plague his fancy
To muse if I should be
The son you see.
The day my mother bore me
She was a fool and glad,
For all the pain I cost her,
That she had borne the lad
That borne she had.
My mother and my father
Out of the light they lie;
The warrant would not find them,
And here 'tis only I
Shall hang so high.
Oh let not man remember
The soul that God forgot,
But fetch the county kerchief
And noose me in the knot,
And I will rot.
For so the game is ended
That should not have begun.
My father and my mother
They had a likely son,
And I have none.
The Culprit
Alfred Edward Housman
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Poem topics: god, light, night, pain, remember, soul, mind, glad, fool, game, high, Valentine's Day, son, I love you, I miss you, father, mother, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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