But I May Be One Who Does

I Play Better Tennis Because The Court Is There.

Out Alone In The Winter Rain, / Intent On Giving And Taking Pain.

The Nearest Friends Can Go With Anyone To Death, Comes So Far Short They Might As Well Not Try To Go At All.

In Three Words I Can Sum Up Everything I've Learned About Life: It Goes On.

A Poem Begins With A Lump In The Throat