Monthly Archives: November 2017

Invictus


Invictus 

Out of the night that covers me, 

      Black as the pit from pole to pole, 

I thank whatever gods may be 

      For my unconquerable soul. 
In the fell clutch of circumstance 

      I have not winced nor cried aloud. 

Under the bludgeonings of chance 

      My head is bloody, but unbowed. 
Beyond this place of wrath and tears 

      Looms but the Horror of the shade,

And yet the menace of the years 

      Finds and shall find me unafraid. 
It matters not how strait the gate, 

      How charged with punishments the scroll, 

I am the master of my fate, 

      I am the captain of my soul.
                             By William Earnest Henley

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I Can’t Keep Up

The world moves too fast

Not a moment to spare the sluggish, 

The haggard or the weary

If you dillydally a while

She tramples you

And trots along

Without a glance