...like That Star Of The Waning Summer

Still, We Will Let All This Be A Thing Of The Past, Though It Hurts Us, And Beat Down By Constraint The Anger That Rises Inside Us. Now I Am Making An End Of My Anger. It Does Not Become Me, Unrelentingly To Rage On

A Little Child Born Yesterday A Thing On Mother's Milk And Kisses Fed.

I Won't Lie To You, Fatherhood Isn't Easy Like Motherhood.

The Ugliest Man Was He Who Came To Troy; With Squinting Eyes And One Distorted Foot.

Yet While My Hector Still Survives, I See My Father, Mother, Brethren, All In Thee.