Serene, I fold my hands and wait, Nor care for wind nor tide nor sea; I rave no more 'gainst time or fate, For lo! My own shall come to me --
by John Burroughs
Sunday, September 25, 2005
Wishes And Roses
She gave me no roses I asked for none But in secret refuges I hoped for one...
She gave me good wishes I kept them away But their goodwill refreshes Me to this day...
For roses are lovely But not forever Roses lose their fragrance Wishes...never!