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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=373735" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Batterson Dobyns</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=373735" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Did my widow flit about<br>From Mackinac to Los Angeles,<br>Resting and bathing and sitting an hour<br>Or more at the table over soup and meats<br>And delicate sweets and coffee?<br>I was cut down in my prime<br>From overwork and anxiety.<br>But I thought all along, whatever happens<br>I've kept my insurance up,<br>And there's something in the bank,<br>And a section of land in Manitoba.<br>But just as I slipped I had a vision<br>In a last delirium:<br>I saw myself lying nailed in a box<br>With a white lawn tie and a boutonnière,<br>And my wife was sitting by a window<br>Some place afar overlooking the sea;<br>She seemed so rested, ruddy and fat,<br>Although her hair was white.<br>And she smiled and said to a colored waiter:<br>"Another slice of roast beef, George.<br>Here's a nickel for your trouble."</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Edgar+Lee+Masters">Edgar Lee Masters</a></strong></div>