To Put One Brick Upon Another, Add

Most People Know More As They Get Older: I Give All That The Cold Shoulder.

In Everyone There Sleeps. A Sense Of Life Lived According To Love. To Some It Means The Difference They Could Make. By Loving Others, But Across Most It Sweeps. As All They Might Have Done Had They Been Loved. That Nothing Cures.

If You Tell A Novelist, 'life's Not Like That', He Has To Do Something About It. The Poet Simply Replies, 'no, But I Am.'

No One Can Tear Your Thread Out Of Himself. No One Can Tie You Down Or Set You Free.

A Good Meal Can Somewhat Repair / The Eatings Of Slight Love