What is the end of each man's toil,
Brother, O Brother?
A handful of dust in a bit of soil-
His name forgotten as centuries roll,
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......nice reflections on life ★ life had no beginning life has no end
Ella always answered her critics and never ceased delivering fine poetry no matter how acidic their tongues were. So she wrote this engaging poem to try to quell wagging ill-will.