He who waits for inspiration
Or a sunny day
Ends him up in some small station
By the weed-grown way.
It’s the type who says “Let’s Do Itl”
Though he is but one,
Makes it look like nothing to it
While he Gets Things Done.
How nice to be Type One or Two–
I’m just between them–aren’t you?
by Ray Romine Tuesday, October 19, 1948
