Money Can Be Exchanged For Goods And

Bear Patiently, My Heart, For You Have Suffered Heavier Things.

Just Once I'd Like Someone To Call Me 'sir' Without Adding 'you're Making A Scene.'

And Rest At Last Where Souls Unbodied Dwell, In Ever-flowing Meads Of Asphodel.

It Is Equally Wrong To Speed A Guest Who Does Not Want To Go, And To Keep One Back Who Is Eager. You Ought To Make Welcome The Present Guest, And Send Forth The One Who Wishes To Go.

For I Am Yearning To Visit The Limits Of The All-nurturing Earth, And Oceans, From Whom The Gods Are Sprung.