what is desired not all may now attain
in honest time so shorten the coarse rope
shut down the store and fence off the last slope
in case some folk will climb against the pain
you can refuse the effort and the stain
but cannot tell the massive one to cope
with what is left of what was once great scope
and now is gone we all wait for the rain
this is no season for the less-than-strong
nor for a language moderate and weak
words won't endure and so for pity's sake
just give it up and give us one last song
about the sort who did not have to seek
the shiny gold but only had to take
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