When I was young and bold and strong Oh, right was right, and wrong was wrong! My plume on high, my flag unfurled I rode away to right the world "Come out, you dogs, and fight!" said I And wept there was but once to die But I am old; and good and bad Are woven in a crazy plaid I sit and say, "The world is so And he is wise who lets it go A battle lost, a battle won The difference is small, my son." Inertia rides and riddles me The which is called Philosophy