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When The Old Man Smokes

By Paul Laurence Dunbar

Topics: classic

In the forenoon's restful quiet,     When the boys are off at school,     When the window lights are shaded     And the chimney-corner cool,     Then the old man seeks his armchair,     Lights his pipe and settles back;     Falls a-dreaming as he draws it     Till the smoke-wreaths gather black.     And the tear-drops come a-trickling     Down his cheeks, a silver flow--     Smoke or memories you wonder,     But you never ask him,--no;     For there 's something almost sacred     To the other family folks     In those moods of silent dreaming     When the old man smokes.     Ah, perhaps he sits there dreaming     Of the love of other days     And of how he used to lead her     Through the merry dance's maze;     How he called her "little princess,"     And, to please her, used to twine     Tender wreaths to crown her tresses,     From the "matrimony vine."     Then before his mental vision     Comes, perhaps, a sadder day,     When they left his little princess     Sleeping with her fellow clay.     How his young heart throbbed, and pained him!     Why, the memory of it chokes!     Is it of these things he 's thinking     When the old man smokes?     But some brighter thoughts possess him,     For the tears are dried the while.     And the old, worn face is wrinkled     In a reminiscent smile,     From the middle of the forehead     To the feebly trembling lip,     At some ancient prank remembered     Or some long unheard-of quip.     Then the lips relax their tension     And the pipe begins to slide,     Till in little clouds of ashes,     It falls softly at his side;     And his head bends low and lower     Till his chin lies on his breast,     And he sits in peaceful slumber     Like a little child at rest.     Dear old man, there 's something sad'ning,     In these dreamy moods of yours,     Since the present proves so fleeting,     All the past for you endures.     Weeping at forgotten sorrows,     Smiling at forgotten jokes;     Life epitomized in minutes,     When the old man smokes.

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About Paul Laurence Dunbar

Paul Laurence Dunbar (1872–1906) was an American poet and novelist who was one of the first African-American writers to gain national prominence. His poems in dialect—including "When Malindy Sings"—and standard English explore Black life with humor, pathos, and dignity.

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