Why did we ride the
rough road, And why did we climb
the tall hill, And who sent us out
in the twilight, To fashion a future
quotation, Perhaps it was something
foolish, By chance the ghost
of a poet, And why did we drink
the cold rain, And why did we wind
up alone, We did it simply to
do it, We did it for the
beauty of music, CHARLES JOHN QUARTO |