That's What They At The Asylum Now Say

I have walked in wait for my death I have swam and drowned in my own life I have climbed only to sink beneath the sky I have crawled belly-down and stood on high I have wrestled with hatred only to find love I have been the bully who first needed a shove I have been quick-tempered deep into manhood But old age mellows that adolescent boyhood: At least that's what they at the asylum now say Little does this white-walled demigod know? He is also buried under the walls of Pompeii... His life to a moulding of death anther Stucco...