One of our volunteers found and transcribed this poem on Valentine’s Day in a recently donated scrapbook.

Such is Life

Clyde Ralston

 

We walked o’er the farm where the wild clover grew;

He told me he loved me, I thought it was true.

Oh, girls, don’t believe men whatever you do,

Another face charms them and they forgotten you.

I sing of my love in this heartrending rhyme,

I know Fred’s a-courting a girl at this time;

She thinks she has got him, but won’t she be vexed

When he wearies of her and flies off to the next?

He tells you the sweetest things ever you heard.

You raise your eyes doubting, he says, “On my word.”

I scarcely know why I am writing this stuff,

It puts Harry Arlington all in a huff;

He says I don’t love him as much as I ought;

I don’t think I do, now I’m sure that he’s caught.

Bob’s coming this evening; he’s wealthy, and so

Just which one to marry I really don’t know.

You say this is flirting; perhaps so, and yet

The lesson Fred taught me I cannot forget.

Tho’ I may be guilty, ‘twas he did the harm;

He stole my heart from me last year on the farm.

I would have been true had he made me his wife,

While Bob, he is rich, and I – well such is life.