A Poet's Interest In Craft Never Fades,

Also I Wanted To Be Able To Love And We All Know How That One Goes, Don't We? Slowly

Rhythm Is One Of The Most Powerful Of Pleasures, And When We Feel A Pleasurable Rhythm We Hope It Will Continue. When It Does, It Grows Sweeter.

Are My Boots Old? Is My Coat Torn? / Am I No Longer Young, And Still Not Half-perfect?

And It Can Keep You As Busy As Anything Else, And Happier.

Every Morning I Walk Like This Around The Pond, Thinking: If The Doors Of My Heart Ever Close, I Am As Good As Dead.