Well, since Juice seems to be rather shy, I will share possibly my favorite poem I have ever written. A long time ago, Mrs. Badger and I were doing a marriage-enrichment book which had the rather odd assignment of writing the epitaph we would like to have engraved on our tombstones. A way of clarifying what is important to us and what kind of people we wish to be. Mine went something like this. Apologies if it brings a tear; I think it is quite touching, if I may say so.
Here lie the bones of a guy named Tom
who blew himself up with a home-made bomb.
Some days you win, and some days you lose
and some days you just need a bit longer fuse.
But Tom always loved the 4th of July,
and he always wanted to learn how to fly.
He got what he wanted. No reason to cry.