To be poor is to go back in time
I have eaten dandelions out of the backyard
And contemplated the guillotine
The revolution of a coin
Skittering to a stop.

was it something i said?
that made you anxious

made you angry
or made you upset?

Joan of Arc
Condemned by the Catholic Church
Burned alive as a witch
May 30, 1431

Joan of Arc
Honored by the Catholic Church
Canonized as a holy saint
May 16, 1920

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Forever
BY: Derek S Ward  ward36345@gmail.com

If dreams could dream forever, then maybe so could I
And I'd dream of you, maybe the whole night through
As the whispering shadows pass by

If time could stand still forever, then maybe so could I
And with no 'tik, or no tock' from the sound of a clock
And not a second would pass us by

If a bird could fly forever, then maybe so could I
And I would fly through the air, and then if I dare
I'd let my wings touch the edge of the sky

If saints could be saints forever, then maybe so could I
And I would if I could, do everything good
Or at least I'd give it a try

If the truth told the truth forever, then maybe so could I
And with nothing to hide, I could stay by your side
with no reason to tell you a lie

If life could live forever, then maybe so could I
And for all, I believe, and could ever conceive
I would never have to say goodbye