Old Men, What Are They? Fast Fading

In The Lack Of Judgment Great Harm Arises, But One Vote Cast Can Set Right A House.

They Sent Forth Men To Battle, But No Such Men Return; And Home, To Claim Their Welcome, Come Ashes In An Urn

Even The Old Should Learn.

Alas, Poor Men, Their Destiny. When All Goes Well A Shadow Will Overthrow It. If It Be Unkind One Stroke Of A Wet Sponge Wipes All The Picture Out.

To Be Fortunate Is God, And More Than God To Mortals.