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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=373900" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ralph Rhodes</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=373900" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">All they said was true:<br>I wrecked my father's bank with my loans<br>To dabble in wheat; but this was true --<br>I was buying wheat for him as well,<br>Who couldn't margin the deal in his name<br>Because of his church relationship.<br>And while George Reece was serving his term<br>I chased the will-o'-the-wisp of women,<br>And the mockery of wine in New York.<br>It's deathly to sicken of wine and women<br>When nothing else is left in life.<br>But suppose your head is gray, and bowed<br>On a table covered with acrid stubs<br>Of cigarettes and empty glasses,<br>And a knock is heard, and you know it's the knock<br>So long drowned out by popping corks<br>And the pea-cock screams of demireps --<br>And you look up, and there's your Theft,<br>Who waited until your head was gray,<br>And your heart skipped beats to say to you:<br>The game is ended. I've called for you.<br>Go out on Broadway and be run over,<br>They'll ship you back to Spoon River.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Edgar+Lee+Masters">Edgar Lee Masters</a></strong></div>