There's not much talk of other things;
I nary hear a trace;
except tomorrow there'll be million-
aires all o'er the place!

Then happiness will reign supreme.
Tomorrow...lots of grins.
But they'll complain, no doubt.
They've got to share it, if one wins.

But there's excitement soaring high.
I see it in their eyes.
If this helps bring them happiness,
should I, then criticize?

We need our dreams to get us through.
And when these visions near
we're lifted up and filled with hope.
I must not interfere.

For, I know, well, what bleakness is;
when hope is drowned in doom.
When getting through the hour
is a task so fraught with gloom.

So I shall just sit back and stymie
my response of old.
My judgments, I'll keep to myself.
I'll watch the play unfold.

I once thought, those who acted
any varied way from me
were less than worthy of my time.
How clear that seemed to be!

So much, I missed with this response,
refusing to accept
the world went on--expanded--grew;
while I stood still and slept.

I needn't dive, unmindful in;
their molds to make my own.
I have the need to follow my
right path--e'en all alone!

But neither should I criticize,
condemn or judge all those
who pick a dif'frent road from that,
which I, with such care, chose.

So, did I buy a ticket? No.
For me, that course was wrong.
But I refrained from preaching
my opinions to the throng.