a man of words and not of deeds is like a garden full of weeds. &when the weeds begin to grow, it’s like a garden full of snow. & when the snow begins to fall, it’s like a bird upon the wall. &when the bird away does fly, it’s like an eagle in the sky. &when the sky begins to roar, it’s like a lion at the door. &when the door begins to crack, it’s like a stick across your back. &when your back begins to smart, it’s like a pen knife in your heart. &when your heart begins to bleed, you are dead & dead. &dead indeed.