Fortune favors the brave – they taste
crunchier.
I stand by my principles.
The fact that I stand several feet away from them with my face
covered is purely a health precaution.
Fate loves the fearless – especially
with pesto.
I promise I shall never give
up,
and that I’ll die yelling
and laughing.
Your courage will still be shown
in the little ways,
each spring will be a sword you’ll sharpen,
those you love will live in a fever of love,
and you’ll bargain with the calendar
and at the last moment
when death opens the back door
you’ll put on your carpet slippers
and stride out.
each spring will be a sword you’ll sharpen,
those you love will live in a fever of love,
and you’ll bargain with the calendar
and at the last moment
when death opens the back door
you’ll put on your carpet slippers
and stride out.
Hope has two beautiful daughters; their names are Anger and Courage. Anger at the way things are, and Courage to see that they do not remain as they are.
Right now I'd like all my troubles to stand in
front of me in a straight line, and one by one I'd give
each
a
BLacK
eYe.
They never snap, who remain forever soggy.
