Three Score and Ten in Retrospect Giving motion to the view, That plagues your inner calm With ambition bom anew. What is this thing within me That words do not make known, Yet calls the trick before the play, And I claim it as my own7 Do you think a loving father With envisage of you - a man Could have charged a spark so vital To supply this late "I can"? O r did the fondest hopes of mother, Expressed in tender care, Direct the actions of this day So long from way back there? The puffs of white across the blue At now a hurried pace Spur me on to finish The last lap of the race. O n your feet my graying friend. Leave the dreaming to the young. The robin bobs for grandpa As well as for a son.
The following was an expression of John's views on "Modem Society":
I look upon the future
With apprehension in my heart; If I must fall in line, I'd rather fall apart.