End Is A Gloomy Word.

When I Was Young, I Was So Interested In Baseball That My Family Was Afraid I'd Waste My Life And Be A Pitcher. Later They Were Afraid I'd Waste My Life And Be A Poet. They Were Right.

The Figure A Poem Makes. It Begins In Delight And Ends In Wisdom.

For Hard It Is To Keep From Being King When It's In You And In The Situation.

I Never Dared To Be Radical When Young For Fear It Would Make Me Conservative When Old.

Fireflies In The Garden By Robert Frost 1874–1963 Here Come Real Stars To Fill The Upper Skies, And Here On Earth Come Emulating Flies, That Though They Never Equal Stars In Size, (and They Were Never Really Stars At Heart) Achieve At Times A Very Star-like Start. Only, Of Course, They Can't Sustain The Part.