Though racked and broken,
Bringing words of wisdom spoken
Like a prophet crying out in the wilderness.
With a reputation for cleverness, lo,
Thought to be vexatious by some, numb,
Carry on in a wasteland, with hums slow.
Hail the great lyric poets, those actual,
For the rhythms of an old poet, practical,
Are somewhat freer, more natural,
And filled with absolute truths.