In 1959 I had to go to summer school. During that summer, I served as the edit of the Summer Bulletin. Sometimes, for filler, I had to just make up something. This is one of those “fillers”.

For this is wisdom: to love, to live;

To take what fate ere the Gods may give;

To ask no questions, to make no prayers,

To kiss the lips, to caress the hair;

To speed passions ebb and greet its flow,

To have, to hold, and in time let go.

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