{"id":622,"date":"2021-02-25T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2021-02-25T06:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/poetry.newspaperhistory.com\/?p=622"},"modified":"2021-02-25T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2021-02-25T06:00:00","slug":"well-and-ill","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/well-and-ill\/","title":{"rendered":"Well and Ill"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse\"><em>From the <\/em><a href=\"https:\/\/chroniclingamerica.loc.gov\/lccn\/sn92053934\/1913-02-25\/ed-1\/seq-4\/\"><em>Rock Island Argus, February 25, 1913<\/em><\/a><em>.<\/em>\n <em>By S. E. Kiser.<\/em>\n \n\n When I am well I think with pity\n \u00a0 \u00a0 Of those who have to work away\n As I do, in the busy city\n \u00a0 \u00a0 Week in, week out, day after day.\n It seems so futile to be moiling\n \u00a0 \u00a0 And I am tempted to rebel\n Against the ones who keep me toiling\n \u00a0 \u00a0 Relentlessly\u2014when I am well.\n \n\n I think with envy of the wealthy\n \u00a0 \u00a0 Who for their health seek distant climes\n And wish that I were not so healthy\n \u00a0 \u00a0 So that I might fare sometimes;\n I long to leave the noise and rattle\n \u00a0 \u00a0 To get away from all the strife\n Forgetting that the ceaseless battle\n \u00a0 \u00a0 The toilers wage is all of life.\n \n\n I see about me weary faces\n \u00a0 \u00a0 That show the need of change and rest;\n I wonder why men cling to places\n \u00a0 \u00a0 Whose profits are but small at best.\n \u201cPoor fools,\u201d I say, \u201cthey are but wasting\n \u00a0 \u00a0 Their strength where toil is profitless\n When each might far from here be tasting\n \u00a0 \u00a0 The sweets of well-earned carelessness.\n \n\n When I am ill, and cannot hurry\n \u00a0 \u00a0 With those who haste away to town\n To toil and moil and scheme and worry\n \u00a0 \u00a0 I curse the fates that keep me down;\n It seems a pity to be quiet\n \u00a0 \u00a0 While there the wheels are whirring still;\n And thinking of the rush and riot\n \u00a0 \u00a0 I scorn repose\u2014when I am ill.<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p> When I am well I think with pity<br \/>\n     Of those who have to work away<br \/>\n As I do, in the busy city<br \/>\n     Week in, week out, day after day.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,7],"tags":[271],"class_list":["post-622","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-newspapers","category-rock-island-argus","tag-s-e-kiser"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/622","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=622"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/622\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=622"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=622"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=622"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}