KouBoi FE2 Lady Gwilanna's blog: "Other's Shared Poetry that I Like"

Sometimes it feels we’re against the world, You and me against the world. When all the others walk away, Count on me to stay. When one of us is gone And one is left to carry on, Remember is what we’ll do, Our memories will get us through. Think o all the days, you and me. Against the world, just me and you. By Helene Creed (Nana)

Up to a point, a man’s life is shaped by environment, heredity, and movements and changes in the world about him; then, there comes a time when it lies within his grasp to shape the clay of his life into the sort of thing he wishes to be. Only the weak blame parents, their race, their times, lack of good fortune, or the quirks of fate. Everyone has it within his power to say: This I am today. That I shall be tomorrow. The wish, however, must be implemented by deeds. Louis L’Amour

I loved you—and my love, I think, was stronger Than to be to be quite extinct within me yet; But let it not distress you any longer; I would not have you feel the least regret. I loved you bare of hope and of expression, By turns with jealousy and shyness sore; I loved you with such purity, such passion As may God grant you to be loved once more.

Sleep well, Weep well, Go to the deep well As often as possible. Bring back the water, Jostling and gleaming. God did not plan on consciousness Developing so Well. Well, Tell Him our Pail is full And He can Go to Hell. Stan Rice 24 June ‘93