Self-sacrifice Usually Contains An Unspoken Demand For

As Children, Our Protests Availed Little. As Adults, The Same.

I Gulp Down My Pleasures, Chew Over My Miseries.

I Trust You Because I Need You.

Like A Frog, The Aphorist Waits For Something To Fly By That He Can Catch With His Tongue.

Some Eras Worship Infancy; Some, The Aged. None As Yet Has Adored Middle Age.