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A real man

Posted to Poetry and Politics

his job doth proudly himself. Stick to yer oatmeal and forsake them useless dreams of glory, in the persuit of which you risk to overload yer creaking joints. Do not persist in ill-advised adventures; with gratitude admit at last the kindly Chronos in your dwelling, thus recognizing the impending will of the Divine. To Youth alone belong the Power and the Glory -- warm blanket, good cigar, a filling meal, the Simple and Direct, the quiet -- of these a good man benefits the most in his Declining Years.