When I was young and bold and strong
Oh, right was right, and wrong was wrong!
My plume on high, my flag unfurled
I rode away to right the world
"Come out, you dogs, and fight!" said I
And wept there was but once to die
But I am old; and good and bad
Are woven in a crazy plaid
I sit and say, "The world is so
And he is wise who lets it go
A battle lost, a battle won
The difference is small, my son."
Inertia rides and riddles me
The which is called Philosophy