I never want to throw away a thing
so papers pile up, projects wait their turn,
and friends and strangers clueless ever cling
in my wide web of hopes I cannot spurn.

I ever am creating day by day
so words unwieldy wander, notes increase,
and helps and hurts unrecognized hold sway
in my coarse cloth of hints I cannot cease.

I always think tomorrow may bring joy
so messages surprise, more silence not
and new and old untested charms employ
in my life mold of schemes I cannot plot

I like to say I'll love each something new
in my awaiting times I cannot view.

- Robert Stone, 12 February 2012