But under pressure of a private grief
Oh yet a few short years of useful life
All's complete once your rat race is run
That's how things go no one prescribes to
Or gets to presume to order life
Around as though it were a sort of waitress
Sister life has better things to do than wait
In the wings for her part in your however
Interesting meditative history
Whether young Wordsworth's on Quantock's grassy hills
With sister Dorothy and Coleridge their mate
Or my just-wed mother's at Wisconsin Dells
With my father and our genetic fate.