I Have Never Known Anyone

At My Age, If I Make It Up, It's Still An Old Saying.

She’s Not For You, Nor You For Her; At Least, Not In The Way You Both Want.

For The Young, Death Is An Enemy They Wish To Try Their Strength Against. For Those Of Us A Little Older, She Is An Old Friend, An Old Lover, But One We Are Not Eager To Meet Again Soon.

Two Hands. One To Destroy, The Other To Save. Which Had He Lost?

If Wishes Had Wings, Sheep Would Fly.