There are those who have all the words-
More than they need each day.
But some of us more lowly sons
Must work for what we say.
For empty thoughts are sold and bought
Like rich men’s luxuries,
Then said aloud and heaved around
As ships on waves at sea.
A little thrift won’t deaden tongues,
But wastefulness just might.
The thirsty man has leaks galore;