not being rats

in time the music grows a fuller tone
all of the echoes come to signify
a weight that has to overcome the lie
and ring within us when we stand alone
what matters in the end down to the bone
is not the shape that brings joy to the eye
but one more thing that we might not descry
that counts much more when any have to groan
let each fond moment count for what it means
not to the highest but the lesser sort
when all the world returns to the first point
all must account within the set routines
but need not give each one the same retort
since we will find the times not out of joint