The writer
   is no different-
   each is like you
  and me- in their element

  meaning--seeking
  questioning, doing
  doubting, laughing
  struggling, crying      

  we're each with a dream
  carved in duty
  falling and rising
  in common humanity

the writer is after all our voice
he speaks more clearly:
a gift denied to most of us
to him we're drawn intimately

Weep not for me
to a happier home I go
where the brightest sun shines
and pain and sorrow is no more

  sing, oh sing for me
I'll love again to hear
you I'll still remember
and hold you more dear

Life in ten words:
'  Don't venture too far that you forget how to return'

Life in nine words:
'   Believe in yourself--then the world belongs to you'

Life in eight words:
'   No one knows your  real worth than yourself'

Life in seven words:
'  Let not envy be your life-enemy'

Life in six words:
'  Live and death you will forget'