Nuel Caeser
Distance between his life's
Pinnacle and valley
he can tell very surely and well.
Walking endless miles in strife's
rough all-fired alley
he'll prevail, only to end up in hell
Not the lone piescean alive
but his is too stormy an ocean of strife.
He should have had hopes
if his life had no ropes
For quite like play things,
so his life swings.
It swings to the very right side
and looks like a jolly ride
But swings to the dreaded down
then up again and round.