at a stone wall

 

what is desired not all may now attain

in honest time so shorten the coarse rope

shut down the store and fence off the last slope

in case some folk will climb against the pain

you can refuse the effort and the stain

but cannot tell the massive one to cope

with what is left of what was once great scope

and now is gone we all wait for the rain

this is no season for the less-than-strong

nor for a language moderate and weak

words won't endure and so for pity's sake

just give it up and give us one last song

about the sort who did not have to seek

the shiny gold but only had to take