In a home designed to get men and boys on their feet and become independent and self-supporting, there was found in the pocket of one of the boys the following poem:
I sometimes think it hardly fair
That I am here, while you are there.
Still I am perfectly aware
You might come here or I go there.
And I would just as soon be there
Or here; or have you here or there
So I suppose I scarcely care;
In fact, its neither here or there.
