Don't join too many gangs. Join few if any. Join the United States and join the family — But not much in between, unless a college. - Robert Frost

Possessing what we still were unpossessed by,
Possessed by what we now no more possessed.

GATHERING LEAVES
Spades take up leaves
No better than spoons,
And bags full of leaves
Are light as balloons.
I make a great noise
Of rustling all day
Like rabbit and deer
Running away.
But the mountains I raise
Elude my embrace,
Flowing over my arms
And into my face.
I may load and unload
Again and again
Till I fill the whole shed,
And what have I then?
Next to nothing for weight,
And since they grew duller
From contact with earth,
Next to nothing for color.
Next to nothing for use.
But a crop is a crop,
And who's to say where
The harvest shall stop?

You've got to love what's lovable, and hate what's hateable. It takes brains to see the difference.