Yesterday I was born.
And soon I am to die.
It’s happened many times before.
Each birth and death some great man.
An artist, musician, scholar,
Personas never realised
As they pass beyond.
Never remembered, never great.
And it’s for no reason other than this.
That in my strange and twisted mind,
‘Tis worse to have tried my best, and failed,
Than never to have tried at all.