One may quibble

            But the second neatest trick

            Appears to be that suffering

            Is something we can’t do without,

            A foretaste, as it were, of inescapable

            Demise,

            The necessary price of joy

 

            There’s no dispute, however,

            That the neatest one of all

            Has been to make us think

            That we are most alive and well

            When others take the

            Fall