I'm Not A Teacher, But An Awakener.

Have I Not Walked Without An Upward Look Of Caution Under Stars That Very Well Might Not Have Missed Me When They Shot And Fell? It Was A Risk I Had To Take-and Took.

The Line-storm Clouds Fly Tattered And Swift, The Road Is Forlorn All Day, Where A Myriad Snowy Quartz Stones Lift, And The Hoof-prints Vanish Away. The Roadside Flowers, Too Wet For The Bee, Expend Their Bloom In Vain. Come Over The Hills And Far With Me, And Be My Love In The Rain.

The Old Dog Barks Backward Without Getting Up I Can Remember When He Was A Pup.

In Three Words I Can Sum Up Everything I've Learned About Life: It Goes On.

Come Grow Old With Me, For The Best Is Yet To Come!