Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Each and on...

If I could turn each moment to an hour, then
Each hour a full day may become.
Then days, a month's life each can be counted when
Those months, a year for each it would be won.

Thus, might I achieve the goal that's trumped the sage:
The years to flow on without end.
And yet, as these words spill out upon the page,
A second's passing still have I to bend.

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Stop styling your substance


   Actions speak louder than adverbs.
   "What" trumps "how" every time.