The Poetry Corner

The Reason

By Fay Inchfawn

"Why shouldest Thou be as a wayfaring man, that turneth aside to tarry for a night?" -- Jer. xiv. 8. Nay, do not get the venison pasty out; I shall not greatly put myself about Hungry, he may be; yes, and we shall spare Some bread and cheese, 'tis truly whole- some fare. We have to-morrow's dinner still to find; It's well for you I have a frugal mind. Not the best bed! No, no. Whatever next? Why with such questionings should I be vext? The man is naught to us; why should we care? The little attic room will do; 'tis bare, But he'll be gone before to-morrow's light; He has but come to tarry for a night. I shall not speak with him. Oh, no, not I, Lest I should pity overmuch, or buy Some paltry ware of his. Nay, I'll to bed, And he can sup alone, well warmed and fed; 'Tis much to take him in a night like this. Why should I fret me with concerns of his? Grey morning came, and at the break of day The Man rose up and went upon his way