A promise made is a debt unpaid.
I remember little of the Yukon or what I wrote there.
Some praise the Lord for Light, The living spark; I thank God for the Night The healing dark.
Even goats may have starlight in their eyes.
The happy man is he who knows his limitations, yet bows to no false gods.
Write verse, not poetry. The public wants verse. If you have a talent for poetry, then don't by any means mother it, but try your hand at verse.