Becoming A Dad Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Old women say that men don't knowA
The pain through which all mothers goA
And maybe that is true and yetB
I vow I never shall forgetB
The night he came I suffered tooC
Those bleak and dreary long hours throughC
I paced the floor and mopped my browD
And waited for his glad wee owA
I went upstairs and then came downE
Because I saw the doctor frownE
And knew beyond the slightest doubtF
He wished to goodness I'd clear outF
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I walked into the yard for airG
And back again to hear her thereG
And met the nurse as calm as thoughA
My world was not in deepest woeA
And when I questioned seeking speechH
Of consolation that would reachH
Into my soul and strengthen meI
For dreary hours that were to beI
'Progressing nicely ' that was allJ
She said and tip toed down the hallJ
'Progressing nicely ' nothing moreK
And left me there to pace the floorK
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And once the nurse came out in hasteL
For something that had been misplacedL
And I that had been growing boldM
Then felt my blood grow icy coldM
And fear's stern chill swept over meI
I stood and watched and tried to seeI
Just what it was she came to getB
I haven't learned that secret yetB
I half believe that nurse in whiteN
Was adding fuel to my frightN
And taking an unholy gleeI
From time to time in torturing meI
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Then silence To her room I creptO
And was informed the doctor sleptO
The doctor slept Oh vicious thoughtP
While she at death's door bravely foughtP
And suffered untold anguish deepQ
The doctor lulled himself to sleepQ
I looked and saw him stretched out flatR
And could have killed the man for thatR
Then morning broke and oh the joyS
With dawn there came to us our boyS
And in a glorious little whileT
I went in there and saw her smileT
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I must have looked a human wreckU
My collar wilted at the neckU
My hair awry my features drawnV
With all the suffering I had borneW
She looked at me and softly saidX
'If I were you I'd go to bed '-
Hers was the bitterer part I knowA
She traveled through the vale of woeA
But now when women folks recallJ
The pain and anguish of it allJ
I answer them in manner sadY
'It's no cinch to become a dad '-

Edgar Albert Guest



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