Why
Not
Quit
Working,
Remarked
Someone,
All
Breezy,
And
Take
It
Easy?
Let
It
Slide,
Let
All
You’ve
Done
Ride.
What,
I thought,
Retire,
And
Let
The
Fire
Consume
Itself,
While
I sit
On
The
Shelf?
No.
Even
Though
I’ve
Few
Prizes
To
Show,
I’ll
Offer
Up
A
Crumb
Of
Joy
And
Woe
Until
My
Final
Day.
With
Nothing
Else
To
Say,
This
Dead
Soul
Walked
Away.