Paul Laurence Dunbar's Meerschaum Pipe Poem

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briarfriar

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Preparing a post for my blog today, I stumbled across this pipe poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar.
A Companion’s Progress
My stock has gone down and my tailor has sent

To request that I settle my bill;

My landlady asks with a frown for her rent,

And there isn’t a cent in the till.

The governor storms and my mother’s in tears;

There’s a coldness betwixt me and Nell,

But I’m utterly dead to regrets and to fears,

For my meerschaum is colouring well.
At first I had fears of what looked like a crack,

And my breath came in gasps of alarm,

But oh, how the joy of my heart flooded back

When I found that ’twas nothing to harm.

And so ever since I have nursed it with care,

With thrills that my heart cannot quell,

And I’ve bored all my friends to relate the affair

That my meerschaum is colouring well.

 
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