[Nell]: 226.Poetry.Isaac Iambic

Anon, to ill walks Isaac Abernstan,
His fate he knows as sure as any man,
As any man, he hides fate from himself,
And so, anon, anon, he hurries on.

A braver man would flinch at what he faced,
A wiser man would turn and run in haste,
But Isaac did not know the want of pelf,
And so, anon, anon, he hurries on.

I'm sure by now you all have made a guess
At his fate; murdered, married, all the rest,
But none, not even he, could truly know,
And so, anon, anon, he hurries on.

At first it seems a poorly given joke,
That in this whimsy way a man could croak,
Enough with retrospect, on with the show,
And so, anon, anon, he hurries on.

He looks at the grandfather clock in fright,
For always he has felt that time has might,
He's late for an appointment yet again,
And so, anon, anon, he hurries on.

Suitcase in hand, he quickly walks the street,
He's unaware of hidden crooks elite,
At his gold watch he says something profane,
And so, anon, anon, he hurries on.

The watch was a birthday gift from his aunt,
The very watch he wishes to supplant,
For he is poor, but little knows the thief,
And so, anon, anon, he hurries on.

Ahead meanders a lady of grace,
Full of a lonely heart and fresh of face,
She thinks she'll never find her man with grief,
And so, anon, anon, he hurries on.

Isaac pauses in his haste at her look,
For a sweet goddess, her he had mistook,
That's when the villain pounced upon his prey,
And so, anon, anon, he hurries on.

At gun point, demands valuables with glee,
Chewing some gum, he's on a robbing spree,
But didn't know Isaac would want a fray,
And so, anon, anon, he hurries on.

Isaac, himself, didn't know his own nerve,
When he punched the would-be robber with verve,
He almost won the battle then and there,
And so, anon, anon, he hurries on.

The burglar stumbled greatly from the blow,
It was not that which was his ending, though,
On gum he choked, because of Isaac's dare,
And so, anon, anon, he hurries on.

The lady threw herself on Isaac's arm,
But all he says, without some thought to charm,
"And I am late for my date as it is!"
And so, anon, anon, he hurries on.

Feelings for him she hardly understands,
Cause her to dread the time told by the hands,
Isaac grasps sense, waves time away and says;
"Be still, anon, anon, I'll hurry on."