By Luis G. Dato
Now nearing sixty, what report to make
To God on high and to the earth below?
What record of accomplishments to show,
What ripples in life’s sea leave in our wake,
As we prepare evading Charon’s lake,
And, leaving, we our of offspring shall bestow,
By which posterity of us shall know,
When we this sorry sphere at last forsake ?
Two books of verse, at that both slender ones,
The third held up by rising printing costs;
Eight children, plus one dead within the year;
Three NC summer subjects for the nonce,
Three libel suits, of dead campaigns the ghosts —
Our shots were straddles, aimed too low, we fear!
