One Mark Of Good Verse

Hymns Are The Poetry Of The People.

Imprisoned In A Cage Of Sound, Even The Trivial Seems Profound

Childhood Is Measured Out By Sounds And Smells And Sights, Before The Dark Hour Of Reason Grows.

History Must Not Be Written With Bias, And Both Sides Must Be Given, Even If There Is Only One Side.

On Out Deathbeds We're Not Going To Regret All The Work We Didn't Do. We're Going To Regret All The Sex We Didn't Have!