WHEN I was a tall lad with money in my hand, <br />I'd pots and pans a plenty, and friends about the land. <br />I'd golden roads in sunshine and silver roads in rain, <br />And a little gray donkey and a girl out of Spain. <br /> <br />Now I am an old man with rings in my ears, <br />All too sad for laughter, all too wise for tears. <br />And the Spanish girl has left me, and the money's coming slow <br />And the little gray donkey he was lamed long ago. <br /> <br />When I get to heaven where tinkers may be seen, <br />I'll wear a yellow kerchief and a coat of velveteen, <br />And out beyond the shining streets I'll take the road again <br />With a little gray donkey and a girl out of Spain.<br /><br />Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-i-was-a-tall-lad/
