Oh, Come Forth Into The Storm And

Live Life Like Its The Last Breath You Take For That Breath Is The Whole Essence Of Living, The Little Things In Life Are What Connects Us To All The Big Things We Live For

I Have Wished A Bird Would Fly Away, And Not Sing By My House All Day.

Unless I'm Wrong I But Obey The Urge Of A Song: I'm-bound-away! And I May Return If Dissatisfied With What I Learn From Having Died.

A Champion Of The Workingman Has Never Been Known To Die Of Overwork.

Poetry Is A Way Of Taking Life By The Throat.