The Saddest Thing I Can

I Like To Walk In Rain, So That Nobody Can See My Tears.

You'll Find That Life Is Still Worthwhile, If You Just Smile.

During My Incarceration Mother Visited Me. She Had In Some Way Managed To Leave The Workhouse And Was Making An Effort To Establish A Home For Us. Her Presence Was Like A Bouquet Of Flowers; She Looked So Fresh And Lovely That I Felt Ashamed Of My Unkempt Appearance And My Shaved Iodined Head.'you Must Excuse His Dirty Face,' Said The Nurse.mother Laughed, And How Well I Remember Her Endearing Words As She Hugged And Kissed Me: 'with All Thy Dirt I Love Thee Still.

Laughter Is The Tonic, The Relief, The Surcease For Pain.

Beauty Is An Omnipresence Of Death And Loveliness, A Smiling Sadness That We Discern In Nature And All Things, A Mystic Communion That The Poet Feels.