If there is one thing in life that I have learned about life it is... it goes on.

The afternoon knows what the morning never suspected.

Tolerance is the uncomfortable feeling that in the end the other could be right.

They would not find me changed from him they knew - only more sure of all I thought was true.

The Armful For every parcel I stoop down to seize I lose some other off my arms and knees, And the whole pile is slipping, bottles, buns, Extremes too hard to comprehend at. once Yet nothing I should care to leave behind. With all I have to hold with hand and mind And heart, if need be, I will do my best. To keep their building balanced at my breast. I crouch down to prevent them as they fall; Then sit down in the middle of them all. I had to drop the armful in the road And try to stack them in a better load.

It takes all sorts of in and outdoor schooling To get adapted to my kind of fooling.

Poetry is play. I'd even rather have you think of it as a sport. For instance, like football.