Did You Ever Stop To Think, And

Time Is Swift, It Races By; Opportunities Are Born And Die... Still You Wait And Will Not Try - A Bird With Wings Who Dares Not Rise And Fly.

Halfway Down The Stairs, Is A Stair, Where I Sit. There Isn't Any, Other Stair, Quite Like, It. I'm Not At The Bottom, I'm Not At The Top; So This Is The Stair, Where, I Always, Stop. Halfway Up The Stairs, Isn't Up, And Isn't Down. It Isn't In The Nursery, It Isn't In The Town. And All Sorts Of Funny Thoughts, Run Round My Head: It Isn't Really Anywhere! It's Somewhere Else Instead!

Chess Has This In Common With Making Poetry; That The Desire For It Comes Upon The Amateur In Gusts.

Pay Attention To Where You Are Going Because Without Meaning You Might Get Nowhere.

Eeyore, The Old Grey Donkey, Stood By The Side Of The Stream And Looked At Himself In The Water. "pathetic," He Said. "that's What It Is. Pathetic."