The Pink Carnation

Henry Lawson, 1905

      I may walk until I'm fainting, I may write until I'm blinded,
      I might drink until my back teeth are afloat,
      But I can't forget my ruin and the happy days behind it,
      When I wore a pink carnation in my coat.

      Oh, I thought that time could conquer, and I thought my heart would harden,
      But it sends a sudden lump into my throat,
      When I think of what I have been, and the cottage and the garden,
      When I wore a pink carnation in my coat.

      God forgive you, girl, and bless you! Let no line of mine distress you
      I am sorry for the bitter lines I wrote;
      But remember, and think kindly, for we met and married blindly,
      When I wore a pink carnation in my coat.


      Amateur Gardener