It’s all the same to the clam.
SHEL SILVERSTEINIt’s all the same to the clam.
SHEL SILVERSTEINIf you are a dreamer come sit by my fire, for we have some flax-golden tails to spin, come in, come in.
SHEL SILVERSTEINThere are no happy endings. Endings are the saddest part, so just give me a happy middle And a very happy start.
SHEL SILVERSTEINIf the track is tough and the hill is rough, thinking you can just ain’t enough.
SHEL SILVERSTEINIf there is a book you want to read but isn`t written yet, write it.
SHEL SILVERSTEINI’ve found my missin’ piece So grease my knees and fleece my bees I’ve found my missin’ piece.
SHEL SILVERSTEINEverything isn’t everything.
SHEL SILVERSTEINMake it so good and so clear that it doesn’t need any further explanation.
SHEL SILVERSTEINSo I’m all of the love that could make it today.
SHEL SILVERSTEINWhen the light turns green, you go. When the light turns red, you stop. But what do you do when the light turns blue with orange and lavender spots?
SHEL SILVERSTEINThere is a place where the sidewalk ends.
SHEL SILVERSTEINAnd all the colors I am inside have not been invented yet.
SHEL SILVERSTEINI can be somebody’s and still be my own.
SHEL SILVERSTEINAnd if I say this is a wonderful poem, Is that exaggeration?
SHEL SILVERSTEINHe wasted his wishes on wishing.
SHEL SILVERSTEINAnything is possible. Anything can be.
SHEL SILVERSTEIN