Online / Inlone

In final analysis 

You do know your place:

Online and inlone,

Undone and unsung.

Life ain’t a thing 

Worth wringing 

A toll

Of any heavy sort,

Nor soiling a rocking-stone, 

Nor rocking a roll 

Bemoaned.

A moss of gentle edge, refused where 

Not diffused 

By a warm clouded missed 

And a humanity 

Quite lost.

The story of my life is one

Of eternal strife.

Let it continue as was done: 

Never running on thrive,

But leaving live 

Performance way behind

That glory

Which tells the story

Of this other man.

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