84. Isa Nutter

Doc Meyers said I had satyriasis,

And Doc Hill called it leucà¦mia

But I know what brought me here:

I was sixty-four but strong as a man

Of thirty-five or forty.

And it wasn’t writing a letter a day,

And it wasn’t late hours seven nights a week,

And it wasn’t the strain of thinking of Minnie,

And it wasn’t fear or a jealous dread,

Or the endless task of trying to fathom

Her wonderful mind, or sympathy

For the wretched life she led

With her first and second husband

It was none of these that laid me low

But the clamor of daughters and threats of sons,

And the sneers and curses of all my kin

Right up to the day I sneaked to Peoria

And married Minnie in spite of them

And why do you wonder my will was made

For the best and purest of women?

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