TRACK yourself by goods, by fame, by glory?
PRICE is steep. You weren’t made for goods, for fame, for glory.
LUPUS, death, the wolf, howling at night on your trail, will
WRING from you your treasure. Seek what is splendid forever.
Note: I did some catching up for this week. (I altered dates so that they look like they came out on the expected day, only because it helps me track which days I’ve done and it helps me with the linkage to prior day’s Quordle words–I do this, but it’s just “bookkeeping” to help me–it’s not an expected practice, Quordle poems can be published as late as anyone wants.).