Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,Nor public men, nor cheering crowds.

I bear a burden that might well tryMen that do all by rule,And what can IThat am a wandering-witted foolBut pray to God that He easeMy great responsibilities?

I heard the old, old, men say "all that's beautiful drifts away, like the waters

That is no country for old men. The youngIn one another's arms, birds in the trees --Those dying generations -- at their song.

I heard the old, old, men say 'all that's beautiful drifts away, like the waters.'

The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.