SOME MEN. XXIII
Don’t search any longer,
There’s no need to ponder
The thing that would
make some men cry,
So many distractions
in earnest they’ll try,
When sorrow rips
through them like thunder.
Don’t search any longer,
There’s no need to ponder
The thing that would
make some men cry,
So many distractions
in earnest they’ll try,
When sorrow rips
through them like thunder.