Sunday, January 18, 2015

The Man Who’s Always Out

               
There is the man you wish to see
      Up many flights of stairs;
One who perhaps you meant to catch
And corner unawares,
But who, when you have reached his desk,
      And look in vain about,
You’re told by someone sitting by:
      “Yes, Mr. Blank is out.”

Next day you call on him again,
      A different hour mayhap;
You think you’ll land him easily,
So well you’ve set your trap.
You’ve taken off your right hand glove –
      To say you’re just about:
“I’m glad to find you in, old man” –
      When lo! You find him out.

It’s just the same all through your life,
      You think he’s in, no doubt;
You’re sure you’ve found him in at last,
      And yet you find him out.
It is no use to spend your time –
      Keep on what you’re about;
You’ll never find him in, my friend,
      The man who’s always out.



Jan. 18 , ‘09 

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