Let who will, across the town,
With gossip’s ugly nasty frown
Try to cut my ego down;
My head is high.
Man has a heritage of pride,
A soaring flame that won’t be tied,
Reminding him from deep inside:
“Keep that head high!”
So it is that trouble can
Make me glad I am a man!
by Ray Romine Sunday, October 7, 1951
