How few hours I need all to myself,
I only take as much to keep my health

So I stay strong and sit up straight;

Brush my teeth and exfoliate,

Thus my wants becomes my shoulds,

Adolescence ends in parenthood

Like piston-work in my puzzled soul,

I change from candle-wick to steaming coal . . .

Shall this rhyme set to solemn bell?

Now I serve, yet I serve — now I swell —