Original typescript of Still Young by Raymond Knister.
Until, Still Young
“Put not your trust in women,"
I heard a wise man say,
Nor hearkened, for I saw him
Not wise, but worn and gray.
I laughed - Oh, many a time:
The words were not forgot!
I laughed until today
When laughter helps me not.
“Put not your trust in women,”
I'll say it too, and nod;
And laughing boys will spare me
Belief, and old pain's rod.
And I shall always say it
Till I am old, like him:
Till then I shall content me
With woman's every whim.
For though till then I swear
With oaths of every size,
l'd sooner not believe me,
Though then I should be wise.
(After Exile, page 159)