Talk

My name is Talk,

     I lead the race;

I run, not walk

     From place to place.

I rule the town,

     I hold the ear;

They cannot down

     My vast career.

Some good I do,

     And lots of bad

I’m cheerful too,

     And sometimes sad.

But on I go

     Till end of time;

Distilling woe

     And joy sublime.

April 5, 1912