When brings the night and
all that grieves and gathers
with looming shadows over me ----
When takes the days of time,
and life's elusive dole
becomes as a gamble with
an orphan's token lost . . .
Unleashed my fated arrows
flew then as sparrows
thrown toward the sky.
Until this within me finds
what has borne me on this way ---
Is time then left to blame,
or, say, myself, to set in shame?
Have I not a token now to pay?

P. Suess