where
no man argues and no woman fights
for
good or evil we have reached an end
of
human battles and the stars portend
no
better indications as the nights
close
in we note their distant blinking lights
as
symbols we might faintly comprehend
when
we are whole but what the worlds intend
is
not a matter that we have to rights
the
argument of workers in the day
or
farmers when the wind upsets the trees
is
much the same as when we all were young
to
bring about the work without delay
ignore
the rain and not yield to the breeze
since
a strong back outdoes a silver tongue
