The Future Looms Bleak

Whence I came, whither I go,
I had forgotten,
Ere my parents were gone,
Whom I have neglected.
The future looms bleak
At the hands of my children.

by Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.

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With of the great things about Swift's writing is its absolute lack of pretension and there isn't a trace of 'poetic' writing in this famous satire. This is the true poetry of the spoken word. Only at the conclusion is Swift tempted to fall a little too much into moralism.