Poem of the Month May 2002
		The Veteran by Dorothy Parker 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.
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