Author Emily Dickinson 345 Funny—to be a Century— And see the People—going by— I—should die of the Oddity— But then—I'm not so staid—as He— He keeps His Secrets safely—very— Were He to tell—extremely sorry This Bashful Globe of Ours would be— So dainty of Publicity— Tags funny sorry people Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments