I Find I Cannot Exist Without Poetry

Some Say The World Is A Vale Of Tears, I Say It Is A Place Of Soul-making.

Through The Dancing Poppies Stole A Breeze, Most Softly Lulling To My Soul.

To Stay Youthful, Stay Useful.

Stop And Consider! Life Is But A Day

I See A Lily On Thy Brow, With Anguish Moist And Fever Dew; And On Thy Cheek A Fading Rose Fast Withereth Too.