I Miss My Mattress When I Am

There Is No Balm Of Gilead, No Salve, No Soothing Ointment To Stay The Pain Of One Who's Had In Love A Disappointment-- Unless It Be That Healing Lotion Of Fixing On A New Devotion.

Beauty Is Only Skin Deep, And The World Is Full Of Thin Skinned People.

My Day-old Son Is Plenty Scrawny, His Mouth Is Wide With Screams, Or Yawny; His Ears Seem Larger Than He's Needing, His Nose Is Flat, His Chin's Receding. His Skin Is Very, Very Red, He Has No Hair Upon His Head, And Yet I'm Proud As Proud Can Be, To Hear You Say He Looks Like Me.

Of Late I Appear To Have Reached That Stage When People Who Look Old Who Are Only My Age.

In Larger Things We Are Convivial; What Causes Trouble Is The Trivial.