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.