Let’s live the life thet other folk
Have chosen for us. Wear the yolk;
But plodding, never quite despair–
Another life’s to come, and there,
Released from every moneyed care,
We’ll do those things which through this life
But dimly pierce the clouded strife.
Unless this sort of Heaven waits for me,
I shall in Hell among the Angels be.
by Ray Romine Tuesday, December 26, 1944
