The Man Who Is Not Needed

I'm sixty years of age today, And I have worked and slaved. And some one else shall presently Get all that I have saved. But it is not The simple thonght Of going that I deplore. 'Tig this- when I In the cold earth lie They'll think of me no more. I've labored on from day to day With one hope in ray mind. 'Twas that when I was laid away I'd leave a void behind - Something, you kjiow, To always show That I had iived and wrought. But now at last That dream is past - I've got to share the oommon lot. I've thrown a fever off today And risen from my bed. Tor months I've been but helpless olay, With wild thoughts in my head. I'd fondly thought The mili would not Kun if I were not there to see, But it's kept right on, Though I've been gone, And that's the thing that saddens m.