So,
You
Have
Elected
Death,
And
Quenched
Your
Own
Breath.
Friends
Mourn,
But
Not
Me,
I cannot
See
The
Pity
For
The
Shame
You
Have
Brought
Upon
Your
Name.
You
Had
Riches
And
Sweet
Fame,
Love
And
Glory
And
A
Hard
Won
Story,
But
You
Pouted
And
Doubted
The
Worth
Of
This
Earth,
And
Fool,
Judged
It
Cruel.
As
The
Poet
Said,
“Thou
Hadst
Thy
Task,
And
Laidst
It
By”.
Selfish
To
The
End,
You
Chose
To
Die,
And
I,
For
One,
Refuse
To
Cry.
*Quote from Edna St. Vincent Millay*