Poetry Is An Echo, Asking A Shadow

I Had Taken A Course In Ethics. I Read A Thick Textbook, Heard The Class Discussions And Came Out Of It Saying I Hadn't Learned A Thing I Didn't Know Before About Morals And What Is Right Or Wrong In Human Conduct.

What If They Gave A War And Nobody Came?

Gather The Stars If You Wish It So Gather The Songs And Keep Them. Gather The Faces Of Women. Gather For Keeping Years And Years. And Then... Loosen Your Hands, Let Go And Say Good-bye. Let The Stars And Songs Go. Let The Faces And Years Go. Loosen Your Hands And Say Good-bye.

Slang Is A Language That Rolls Up Its Sleeves, Spits On Its Hands And Goes To Work.

Poetry Is An Echo, Asking A Shadow To Dance.