Give Shape, Artist! Don't Talk! Your Poem

Distrust Those In Whom The Desire To Punish Is Strong.

Let Your Trouble Be Light Will Follow Dark Though The Heaven Falls You May Hear The Lark.

So, Lively Brisk Old Fellow, Don't Let Age Get You Down. White Hairs Or Not, You Can Still Be A Lover.

The Experiences Show Us Just As We Are; They Make Us See Our Own Defects.

While Man's Desires And Aspirations Stir He Cannot Choose But Err.