Finding

E-chatting with my friend Larry tonight, I brought to mind a poem I first learned about 55 years ago, back when I remembered poems, if they impressed me, by inadvertence. I have no notion of the exact provenance, although I think I may have seen it in a volume called New World Writing, recommended to me by Nolan Miller at Antioch College:

So, go, and say no answer came
To the best question you could name;--
Some die, always, and some go lame,
And some go begging; what a shame!
But most go on at the old game,
Some good, some lucky, and who's to blame
If many things stay just the same?

Now, take that to heart as well as to mind...