If you leave me I shall not die,
Nor make grief a trumpet to shatter the sky.
I shall not ask for anything more
Than to walk according to natural law,
One foot behind, the other before.
I shall wake at morning
And sleep at night,
And tell, unfailing,
Black from white.
I shall use my brains
To earn my bread,
Snarl when hungry,
Smile when fed.
I shall not die;
I shall be dead.
Anon
