High and Low, Fast and Slow

What joy to soar to heights above,

     By mountain peak of aeroplane!

To be above the common herd

     Who stalk the dreary earth in vain.

What joy to be so far on high

     One cannot hear discords below;

But O, imagine what a drop

     If one has ever to let go!

What luxury and comfort great

     To ride on seats of velvet soft;

What joy to sail financial seas

     And point one’s shining nose aloft!

How swift, exciting ‘tis the ride

     Behind the “limited’s” rich toot,

But O, how slow and hard the way

     If one has to wind up afoot!

April 16, ‘10