I've been many things to many men
Shall I add the gentler sex as well.
Men's fortunes glow, man's fortunes fade and when
We leave this earth with tolling bell
What epitaphs will my mourners say?
A knave ? scoundrel ? dupe ? an errant fool
Who blithely walked this earth and left one day
To more caring men, men less cruel.
When in need my friends walked, they fled
Fearing their cost of an hours' earthly hand
Truer friends of bronze and paint I wed
There is no reproach, there is no demand.
How sad, with Death's tomb so terribly near