Wilfred Wilson Gibson

The Question

I WONDER if the old cow died or not.
Gey bad she was the night I left, and sick.
Dick reconed she would mend. He knows a lot--
At least he fancies so himself, does Dick.

Dick knows a lot. But maybe I did wrong
To leave the cow to him, and come away.
Over and over like a silly song
These words keep bumming in my head all day.

And all I think of, as I face the foe
And take my lucky chance of being shot,
Is this – that if I’m hit, I’ll never know
Till Doomsday if the old cow died or not.