I like to read confessions
As lengthy as Rousseau's,
With all their slow processions
Of innumerable woes.
I revel in Cellini,
Augustine, Amiel
Dumas's Memoirs so sheeny,
Lies no one else could tell.
I love each peccadillo
Of honest Mr. Pepys,
Confided to his pillow
Before his conscience sleeps.
But I prefer in verses
To hand my life to time:
You may forgive what worse is
For tickle of the rhyme.
The Tickle
Gamaliel Bradford
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Poem topics: I love you, life, time, forgive, prefer, pillow, slow, rhyme, conscience, love, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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