I SHALL PASS

I Shall pass through this

World but once,

Any good, therefore that

I can show to any

Let me do it now

Let me differ it

or neglect it,

for I shall not pass

this way again

I would mould a poem

About it,

The mystic severity of it

So I’m left with a memory

And to my generation give alms 

and have grace to orphans,

widows, the beggers

immitably the poor in society