When he went blunderingback to God,
his songs half written, his work half done,
Who knows what paths his bruised feet trod,
What hills of peace or pain he won?
I hope God smiled nd took his hand,
And said, "Poor truant, passionate fool!
Life's book is hard to understand:
Why couldst thou not remain in school?"
A poem by charles Hanson Towne found inside a notebook amongst Chicks Benetto's belongings.
THIS IS NOT MY POEM.