Doc Meyers said I had satyriasis, <br />And Doc Hill called it leucaemia -- <br />But I know what brought me here: <br />I was sixty-four but strong as a man <br />Of thirty-five or forty. <br />And it wasn't writing a letter a day, <br />And it wasn't late hours seven nights a week, <br />And it wasn't the strain of thinking of Minnie, <br />And it wasn't fear or a jealous dread, <br />Or the endless task of trying to fathom <br />Her wonderful mind, or sympathy <br />For the wretched life she led <br />With her first and second husband -- <br />It was none of these that laid me low -- <br />But the clamor of daughters and threats of sons, <br />And the sneers and curses of all my kin <br />Right up to the day I sneaked to Peoria <br />And married Minnie in spite of them -- <br />And why do you wonder my will was made <br />For the best and purest of women?<br /><br />Edgar Lee Masters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/isa-nutter/
