The Mass Of Men Live Lives Of

Aunts Are Discreet, A Little Shy / By Instinct. They Forbear To Pry.

One Applauds The Industry Of Professional Philanthropy. But It Has Its Dangers. After A While The Private Heart Begins To Harden. We Fling Letters Into The Wastebasket, Are Abrupt To Telephoned Solicitations. Charity Withers In The Incessant Gale.

Children Are Forced To Live Very Rapidly In Order To Live At All. They Are Given Only A Few Years In Which To Learn Hundreds Of Thousands Of Things About Life And The Planet And Themselves.

People Are No Longer Sinful, They Are Only Immature Or Underprivileged Or Frightened Or, More Particularly, Sick.

Wherever Conversation's Flowing, / Why Must I Feel It Falls On Me / To Keep Things Going?