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Underpaid, Underrated and Underestimated

Everybody feels the same all around wherever you go, whoever you see, whichever occasion it may be, they have the same feeling all the time: They feel underpaid, underrated, and underestimated. Well, I just feel the same most of the time. Working for some people who...

Hope Is Our Bird

“Hope” is the thing with feathers—That perches in the soul—And sings the tune without the words—And never stops—at all—And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—And sore must be the storm—That could abash the little BirdThat kept so many warm—I’ve heard it in the hilliest...

The Way There

There must have been a thousand ways in front of me when I finally chose one. Not saying that I knew them all, or that all were available, but I took the one and I marched along. Walking a little, singing a little, feeling tired a little, even frustrated sometimes,...

To a Stranger

To a stranger, to a reader, I write—The honor of not being known,Yet heard like the roaring thunderclipping the face of truth with pureunknown tunes loved before sung;mere words on paper have longcovered an iron bar with rust—you keep reaching up outside your...

To All of Us

GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may,Old time is still a-flying:And this same flower that smiles to-dayTo-morrow will be dying.The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,The higher he’s a-getting,The sooner will his race be run,And nearer he’s to setting.That age is best which...