some trails are better trod alone,
some paths are poorer for the pain,
lost one better than that of fame,
a mount of pine than stand of stone.
some days are better lent to lust,
some hours better lived than yearned,
a time far better overturned
than overwhelmed in overmuch.
some deaths are better buried deep,
some wars are best interred to past,
the one to end all not the last
except for those still fast asleep.
Eric M. Vogt, Copyright 2013