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| I wish I could gather the world and suckle them on my pain | |
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| And watch them drop one by one, unable to sustain | |
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| To see the looks of horror that the taste does bitterly give | |
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| And catch the befuddlement as they wonder how I yet can live | |
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| But then I think that this won't do, for my pain is solely mine | |
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| So onward I endure it, watching the clock kill time. | |
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