Life still holds some potentialities!
I feel myself a unit amongst men!
But know, should thirst prevail, there wilts and dies
A citizen.
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]The clink of glasses floats upon the air—
Thirst’s fingers gripe me round the neck and choke—
One beerward step: and then a voice, “Beware!
Dead broke! Dead broke!”
Shallows to windward, breakers on the lee,
I weigh and weigh the question, cons and pros,