When I was a teacher teachers would come into my classroom and admire my desk on which lay nothing whatever whereas theirs were heaped with papers and books.
I had the good fortune to be able to right an injustice that I thought was being heaped on young people by lowering the voting age where you had young people that were old enough to die in Vietnam but not old enough to vote for their members of Congress that sent them there.
Tell me not of joy: there's none Now my little sparrow's gone He just as you Would toy and woo He would chirp and flatter me He would hang the wing awhile Till at length he saw me smile Lord! how sullen he would be!