LOL, speak of the Kitties and they shall “Murr” and gather interest in the proceedings.
(I alluded to the Kitties and others in 272.)
HIS chosen comrades thought at school
He must grow a famous man;
He thought the same and lived by rule,
All his twenties crammed with toil;
'What than?' sang Plato's ghost. 'What than?'
Everything he wrote was read,
After certain years he won
Sufficient money for his need,
Friends that have been friends indeed;
'What than?' sang Plato's ghost. ' What than?'
All his happier dreams came true --
A small old house, wife, daughter, son,
Grounds where plum and cabbage grew,
poets and Wits about him drew;
'What than.?' sang Plato's ghost. 'What than?'
The work is done,' grown old he thought,
'According to my boyish plan;
Let the fools rage, I swerved in naught,
Something to perfection brought';
But louder sang that ghost, 'What than?'
William Butler Yeats