EIGHT O'CLOCK by A.E. Housman

[joannaingram84]

He stood, and heard the steeple
   Sprinkle the quarters on the morning town.
One, two, three, four, to market-place and people
   It tossed them down.

Strapped, noosed, nighing his hour,
   He stood and counted them and cursed his luck;
And then the clock collected in the tower
   Its strength, and struck.

[richardatwork]

Seems like Joe Paterno has had his career ended on a real sour note due to this sicko that's been on the news. It's too bad for Joe, but I feel he should have done more than he did. Like, go to the police.