Do you remember when I stood on the steps <br />Of the Court House and talked free-silver, <br />And the single-tax of Henry George? <br />Then do you remember that, when the Peerless Leader <br />Lost the first battle, I began to talk prohibition, <br />And became active in the church? <br />That was due to my wife, <br />Who pictured to me my destruction <br />If I did not prove my morality to the people. <br />Well, she ruined me: <br />For the radicals grew suspicious of me, <br />And the conservatives were never sure of me -- <br />And here I lie, unwept of all.<br /><br />Edgar Lee Masters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/george-trimble/
