I Feel Sorry For Anyone Who Is

Time Goes On, And Your Life Is Still There, And You Have To Live It. After A While You Remember The Good Things More Often Than The Bad. Then, Gradually, The Empty Silent Parts Of You Fill Up With Sounds Of Talking And Laughter Again, And The Jagged Edges Of Sadness Are Softened By Memories.

There Will Always Be A Place For Bunnies To Talk In Rhyme, But That's Not What I Do.

Keep A Green Tree In Your Heart And Perhaps The Singing Bird Will Come.

He Wept Because He Was Afraid Now That He Could Not Save Gabriel. He No Longer Cared About Himself

She Fell Asleep, And It Was A Sleep As Thin As The Night Clouds, Dotted With Dreams That Came And Went Like The Stars.