At some point men must bow to fate
To swallow choices good or bad
No turning back the hands of time
To should or could or would have had
At some point men must eat old crow
To cross their hearts and hope to die
No second bites more curative
To revel in rich humble pie
At some point men must take the fall
To raise the white flag blamelessly
No saving graces but for one
To age and wizen shamelessly