Wild Asters
In the spring I asked the daisies
If his words were true,
And the clever, clear-eyed daisies
Always knew.
Now the fields are brown and barren,
Bitter autumn blows,
And of all the stupid asters
Not one knows.
The old anvil laughs at many broken hammers.
An inventor is an engineer who doesn't take his education too seriously.
Whatever happens will be for the worse, and therefore it is in our interest that as little should happen as…