The man had cheated me, and lied, to boot,
I quite forgot that he was only one,
And, castigating all the race with him,
I felt a bitterness toward every man
That sent me out beneath the trees.
There on the ground, a buckeye caught my eye–
I pondered on the uselessness of it,
So far as food for man goes. “But,” I said,
“Not everything in Nature is for me.
Now there’s a walnut just beyond–.” I turned,
And as I wandered back to town, I smiled,
My feud with God and mankind reconciled.
by Ray Romine Tuesday, October 15, 1946