I don't know if I call myself a poet or not. I would like to, but I'm not really qualified to make that decision, because I come in on such a back door, that I don't know what a Robert Frost or a [John] Keats or a T.S. Eliot would really think of my stuff.

May you have a strong foundation when the winds of change shift...and may you be forever young.

Each one of them suffering from the failures of their day, with strings of guilt they tried hard to guide us.

Everybody's wearing a disguise, to hide what they've got left behind their eyes.

The first thing I know, I'm in a card game. Then I'm in a crap game.

You don't have to be afraid of looking into my face. We've done nothing to each other that time will not erase.

No reason to get excited,' the thief, he kindly spoke, There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke.