Peace We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark They could not see Who had gained The victory.

Believing everything she read In the daily news, (No in-between to choose) She thought that only One side won, Not that BOTH Might lose.

When peoples care for you and cry for you, they can straighten out your soul.

Never look for a worm in the apple of your eye.

Gather up In the arms of your love—Those who expect No love from above.

For poems are like rainbows; they escape you quickly.

Life for me ain't been no crystal stair