I thought I knew him then-- (as Youth presumes the role of Mentor of the Truly-wise) And I condemned that man: A blackened chunk of Soul In spirits-mire consumed alive! Oh, would I could relive that youth And see what's been as I should have then! It came to me one day-- (As age oft-time removes the blinds we place upon Mind's eye) And I could see at last: A man who could not live And drink became his way to die! If then I knew what now I see Could I have changed what came to be? Austin Grant