A poem begins with a lump in the throat
There are tones of voices that mean more than words.
One of the hardest things in life to accept is a called third strike.
The sweet of bitter bark And burning clove.
It's hard to get into this world and hard to get out of it, and what's in between doesn't make much sense.
There is the fear that we shan't prove worthy in the eyes of someone who knows us at least as well as we know ourselves. That is the fear of God. And there is the fear of Man -fear that men won't understand us and we shall be cut of from them.