I Saw That Worrying Had

What Can We Do About God, Who Makes And Then Breaks Every God-forsaken, Beautiful Day?

I Try To Be Good But Sometimes A Person Just Has To Break Out And Act Like The Wild And Springy Thing One Used To Be. It's Impossible Not To Remember Wild An Want It Back.

It's Morning, And Again I Am That Lucky Person Who Is In It.

Tell Me About Despair, Yours, And I Will Tell You Mine

And It Is Exceedingly Short, His Galloping Life. Dogs Die So Soon. I Have My Stories Of That Grief, No Doubt Many Of You Do Also. It Is Almost A Failure Of Will, A Failure Of Love, To Let Them Grow Old-or So It Feels. We Would Do Anything To Keep Them With Us, And To Keep Them Young. The One Gift We Cannot Give.