djm@nmtvax.UUCP (06/21/84)
<if this is eaten, was it here?> A somewhat troubled friend wrote this recently : Alone, often in fact, always in mind, he stumbles through life. Those who care hold their tongues, afraid to show the inner self; He who is alone knows not their mental drift. The blood is spilt, Death welcomed as a friend; One question he asks before his final journey. It is not 'Am I to be Judged,' nor 'Am I to meet those who have gone before.' His last, unanswered question is all that remains : 'Are there those who will mourn for me?' John Miller Rube Goldberg II (djm@nmtvax)