"I would have written of me on my stone: I had a lover's quarrel with the world." — Robert Frost

Pressed into service means pressed out of shape.

One aged man - one man - can't fill a house.

My sorrow, when she's here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane.

The artist in me cries out for design.