Classic Poem

A PLAGUE on those who would regulate
Every detail of our troubled lives!
Let's eat and drink and fight and mate
And leave to God what then survives!
Thus every man for himself contrives
His inexact best quality:
Ministers, medicals, meddlesome wives,
Go your way and let folk be!

O anxious saviours of men and such
Thanks for your help in our evil plight!
But please don't save us all too much!
When God woke up and called for light
He set things turning from left to right,
A good enough sign it seems to me
That we shall turn thus without you — quite:
Go your way and let folk be!

For man and beast and imp and elf
One rule is writ in language terse:
Each must answer to himself
In the sequence of the universe:
And we may crawl from the primal curse
Fast if we choose, or leisurely,
But meddlers aye make matters worse:
Go your way and let folk be!

Maybe a helping hand is the best
Signal from God that ever we see:
But that's one thing, and for the rest,
Go your way and let folk be!