From some distant Aidenn.
I arose and brushed off
The knees of my trousers.
"Farewell," I said; "you have ruined my life."
"Nonsense," she replied in the cold, cutting voice
Of a woman who has been used to $100 bills
And a coupé;
"There have been thirty-seven before you, and they
Are all married and happy now.
You see I know all about young men."