Hear me, my Chiefs! I am tired; my heart is sick and sad. From where the Sun now stands, I will fight no more forever.
Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone; For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own.
It is a sad commentary of our times when our young must seek advice and counsel from “Dear Abby” instead of going to Mom and Dad.