Last updated 6-28-2022
He knew beggars and choosers,
And winners and losers,
In fact, he tried his hand at all those.
Lovers and friends,
Beginnings and ends,
And the means, too, I suppose.
He lived for a while,
And died the same way.
Not too much guile,
A nice guy, they say.
I'd tell you some more,
If only I knew,
How he was any different
From me and from you...
