I'd Storm Heaven For You, If I

His Outflung Hands Traced Over The Threads Of His Rug, Passed Loop By Loop Through Some Patient Woman's Hands. Or Maybe She Hadn't Been Patient. Maybe She'd Been Tired, Or Irritated, Or Distracted, Or Hungry, Or Angry. Maybe She Had Been Dying. But Her Hands Had Kept Moving, All The Same.

Whether You Function As Welders Or Inspectors, The Laws Of Physics Are Implacable Lie-detectors. You May Fool Men. You Will Never Fool The Metal.

Poets Speak Of Hope In Ladies Smiles, But Give Me A Smirk Any Day, I Say.

One Foot In Front Of The Other, Wasn't That The Grownup Way Of Solving Problems? Surely He Ought To Be A Grownup At His Age.

Surely Only Correct Understanding Could Lead To Correct Action.