Come to me when grief is over,
When the tired eyes,
Seek thy cloudy wings to cover
Close their burning skies.
I believe that the sun shines after the rain
I believe if you don't get hurt you'll never gain
I believe in not doing things the easy way
I believe that being selfish doesn't pay
I like divorce. I love to compose
letters of resignation; now and then
I send one in and leave in a lemon-
hued Huff or a Snit with four on the floor.
To An Athlete Dying Young
The time you won your town the race
We chaired you through the market-place;
Man and boy stood cheering by,
And home we brought you shoulder-high.
Sonnet 14 - If Thou Must Love Me, Let It Be For Nought
If thou must love me, let it be for nought
Except for love's sake only. Do not say