John T. Baker , Evaluation</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=44.htm>John T. Baker </a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>Evaluation</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b><p>I've traveled far and labored long,<br>And fortune has been kind;<br>I've known good friends and drunk good wine<br>And danced when so inclined.<br>My few regrets I hold inside,<br>Reluctant to complain;<br>My petty problems dwindle down<br>And happy thoughts remain.<br>Instead of deeds now memories<br>Become my chief pursuit<br>And seem more real in retrospect,<br>My insights more astute.<br>I tire more quickly, much forget,<br>And dream of other days;<br>Too frequently I criticize,<br>And find far less to praise.<br>But I don't mope or sit around<br>To do as I am told!<br>There's time enough for all that stuff<br>Some day when I grow old.<p></b></font></blockquote></blockquote><hr color=0000ca size=3><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk6.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk6.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>