I Held Out My Arms To Him

A Dreamer, I Walked Enchanted, And Nothing Held Me Back.

This House Sheltered Us, We Spoke, We Loved Within Those Walls. That Was Yesterday. To-day We Pass On, We See It No More, And We Are Different, Changed In Some Infinitesimal Way. We Can Never Be Quite The Same Again.

And I Don't Like Books Which Are Full Of Name Dropping.

There Is No Going Back In Life. There Is No Return. No Second Chance.

The Point Is, Life Has To Be Endured, And Lived. But How To Live It Is The Problem.