How Sweet To Remember The Trouble That

Delusive Hope Still Points To Distant Good.

It Was My Tongue That Swore; My Heart Is Unsworn.

Why Do We Make So Much Of Knowledge, Struggle So Hard To Get Some Little Skill Not Worth The Effort?

I Would Rather Die On My Feet Than Live On My Knees.

Alas!-but Why Alas? It Is The Lot Of Mortality We Experience.