Sidney Cox

Sidney, your conversation at this time Would soon dispel the periodic chill That comes to tire my strength and tame my will And drag imagination through the grime.

Not that you'd see my problem as a climb Through statelier mansions for the soul to fill, You'd scorn to offer any super pill Or panacea from the five and dime.

But if you only could be with me now You would be willing to condone my doubt.

You would not say my bruise is extra sore, But your affection for me would allow My difficulties. And you could point out What's best to seek, as you have done before.