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
Joe Goren |