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The Centenarian

Written by: Robert William Service | Biography
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 Great Grandfather was ninety-nine
 And so it was our one dread,
That though his health was superfine
 He'd fail to make the hundred.
Though he was not a rolling stone
 No moss he seemed to gather:
A patriarch of brawn and bone
 Was Great Grandfather.

He should have been senile and frail
 Instead of hale and hearty;
But no, he loved a mug of ale,
 A boisterous old party.
'As frisky as a cold,' said he,
 'A man's allotted span
I've lived but now I plan to be
 A Centenarian.'

Then one night when I called on him
 Oh what a change I saw!
His head was bowed, his eye was dim,
 Down-fallen was his jaw.
Said he: 'Leave me to die, I pray;
 I'm no more bloody use . . .
For in my mouth I found today--
 A tooth that's loose.'