Write Verse, Not Poetry. The Public Wants

When Children's Children Shall Talk Of War As A Madness That May Not Be; When We Thank Our God For Our Grief Today, And Blazon From Sea To Sea In The Name Of The Dead The Banner Of Peace ... That Will Be Victory.

There's A Race Of Men That Don't Fit In, A Race That Can't Sit Still; So They Break The Hearts Of Kith And Kin, And They Roam The World At Will. They Range The Field And Rove The Flood, And They Climb The Mountain's Crest; Their's Is The Curse Of The Gypsy Blood, And They Don't Know How To Rest.

Some Praise The Lord For Light, The Living Spark; I Thank God For The Night The Healing Dark.

I Like To Think That When I Fall, A Rain-drop In Death's Shoreless Sea, This Shelf Of Books Along The Wall, Beside My Bed, Will Mourn For Me.

No Man Can Be A Failure If He Thinks He's A Success; If He Thinks He Is A Winner, Then He Is.