Age Must Give Way To

My Taking A Seat On The Council Of The Fathers Caused A Desperate Fluttering Among My Ghosts.

Mild Brown Eyes Beckon Me To The Past, But Memory Provides No Clue.

Beauty Is Lyrical. Ugliness Is Elegiac.

My Aspiration Now Is To Get By Luck What I Could Not Get By Merit.

Necessity Makes Heroes Of Us All.