English poem
Patchwork Quilt
by Rudolph Valentino (1895–1926)
A Patchwork Quilt, Industrious name. Once it was not quite the same. A different fame, A “Crazy Quilt,” Same foolish dame Entitled you. It was sorry fame. Life is like that, We do not see How little bits Make harmony-- It’s up to man to take each bit Of happiness and make it fit. But if he takes and doesn’t dwell Upon the pattern--Well, it’s Hell! A crazy quilt the name’s O. K. But start a patchwork quilt today.
(To A. M.)
The sky is the mirror that reflects all phases of Life. The clouds of Doubt bring showers, but there is always the “Silver Lining” promise.
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Moral: If the sky is the limit better fix it clear in your mind to begin with.