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 unbow'd.
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.
My Papa (mother's father) memorized this poem when he was young. It was his favorite poem. He has always been a great example in my life! I love you Papa!!
Monday, March 23, 2009
Invictus
Posted by DeLaBlog at 9:41 PM
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2 comments:
wow. can he still recite that?
I love that poem. Mainly because of papa. What an example he and Nanny have been to all of us. I love them and I love you. That poem is kinda fitting for you too. With all you have been through. you're pretty darn unconquerable yourself...thanking God.
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