Excerpt from The Trouble of Living Alone: A Novel
Up prance the mighty hordes
Of fears, pretensions, sections, callous creeds
And drivel wisdom
Set with selfish tears.
As rolls the mighty deep its roaring waves
O'er landscapes hidden from inquiring eyes
Down, deep, bedaggled, with such weighty gloom
False ideas rage submerging where the fair
Might range with pleasing air.
There reptiles grovel - so are cares infest!
Down, deep, there lurks suspicion, serpent-like,
And preys on hiding foes;
It lives not by its nourishment
But on its self-wrought woes!
Kind creatures, heed the lesson of the hour!
If glittering gold no human eyes perceive
And silver's shimmer be enwrapped in gloom
Would you be dazzled by the thought thereof?
Intrinsic value ranges with its creed -
Oft when the hour of need is sorely pressed
That merits solely that has not abscessed.
The onwards falls the onslaught -
Amidst the din and terrors of the battle-cries
The tumult rising, swaying to and fro,
Anon a vantage, e'er the warfares' fates,
The blistering, torrid thought comes home,
"It is a war -
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