John Bannister Tabb

1845-1909 / the United States

My Trouble

Alas! what shall I do?
I have lost my nearest friend;
He tender was and true,
And faithful to the end.
In sunshine and in shade
He closer stuck to me
Than handle to a blade,
Or wax unto a bee.
But he'll not come again,
Nor know what I'm about,
For when he gave me pain,
The doctor cut him out.
And sad it is to me
That I can never tell
If my appendix be
In heaven or in hell.
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