My Secrets Are Petty But Humiliating.

With Age, The Mind Grows Slower And More Wily.

Tolerance Is A Placid Contempt.

The Imaginary Audience For My Life Is Growing Small And Silent.

My Reluctant Charity Shames Both Me And The Recipient.

After Rejection - Misery, Then Thoughts Of Revenge, And Finally, Oh Well, Another Try Elsewhere.