Of all the gifts society has taken from the Greeks,

None convey relief and comfort like that honest shriek,

To be in doubt, or consternation, rifling in the plot,

When then, at last, an issue saved by solution you forgot,

The mind is burdened by its thoughts in our most trying times,

But feels the weight lift like loosed stone when thinking realigns,

And so it stands to reason when one almost starts to quit,

That should they spy that crucial piece cry: “Eureka: I’ve found it”