This #dailysketchext is from quite some time ago. This was from the first time I ever found myself really and truly falling for someone and it scared the bejesus out of me. I wrote a Robert Frost poem on the back of this sketch to remind myself of the need to be brave:
Haec Fabula Docet
A Blindman by the name of La Fontaine,
Relying on himself and on his cane,
Came tap-tap-tapping down the village street,
The apogee of human blind conceit.
Now just ahead of him was seen to yawn
A trench where water pipes were laying on.
The Blindman might have found it with his ferrule,
But someone over-anxious at his peril
Not only warned him with a loud command
But ran against him with a staying hand.
Enraged at what he could but think officious,
The Blindman missed him with a blow so vicious
He gave his own poor iliac a wrench
And plunged himself head foremost in the trench:
Where with a glee no less for being grim
The workman all turned to bury him.
Moral:
The moral is, it hardly need to be shown,
All those who try to go it sole alone,
Too proud to be beholden for relief,
Are absolutely sure to come to grief.