Harry Lee

it is addressed thusly:
An ode.
it reads:
This Englishman was not 'English' at all
Though wise and sharp of every rule
Cautious of every odd garden wall
Quintessence of the English school
Before all lips had gone sadly slack
Aside faint moments of plaintive guilt
They would recognize what he had built
When English had an Englishman's back
No turning tail to find safe return
No revisiting what we need not relearn
Do what you can, though we abound or lack
Do just that well, and greatness earn.
a postscript is here written:
a pass-word:
lee kwan yew passing

No comments:

Post a Comment

Messages left under the doormat will be promptly decoded and a response may be issued.