Live!

‘till the tough’s a-going

‘n through crushed pipes you’re blowing

heedlessly worrying needlessly

merits sympathy nor reason

to your bright future: treason,

a betraying of the present,

so too of the past’s resident

‘twill avail you naught

‘till the going’s got got

thus, step clear of your mind

you will not find comfort within.

‘till it behooves you otherwise,

best be wise;

think not, live!