Is nobility a bird that flies Free from fierce societal ties? Or is it a flower that never moves, That many smell, and never dies? To say a deed is nobly done, Was it from a mighty one? Was it performed by a great king, A man at arms, or a ruler’s son? Is nobility …
The pains of yesterday,The toilous parting from joy,Were only a day long spent,And yet, despite time’s fickleTruth,Yesterday was a year to me,And the year was an age.This wrinkle of age formedAt one cycle of the hand,But speaks of a weak heart,Impatient and poor.Yet yesterday is just that,A memory and a jest;For it has passedInto the …
If death takes me nowas I am here cuddledbeneath a white sheet,you may have myrecord player,my mink Pinky,and my card collection.My dignity belongs to me.My discretion I will bringwith me to the grave,and to be set in stone.My own failureis my victory.My strength is my hope,dead in bodybut alive in spirit.My joy is mine,to share …