2000th post !

Not bad for a shy girl

Thought I might mark the occasion with one of my favourite poems.................

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same:
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

or woman ..........

by Rudyard Kipling

Well done you.... and thank you for the advice and banter... Hope your well

T x

only another 8 to go!!

And every and each one of them an absolute joy to read....whether humorous, sympathetic or explanatiory

Congratulations!

That is my definate 100% favourite ever poem. Even sent it to my ex who is in prison. His fave also. He learnt it word perfect in 2 days as he did not have much else to do.....

And what about.......Philip Larkin? What are your thoughts on him?

They f*ck you up, your mum and dad,
Thay may not mean to but they do.
They give you all the faults they had,
Then add some extra just for you.

Mans hands on misery to man,
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
So get out early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.

I also like NOT WAVING BUT DROWNING

Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.

Poor chap, he always loved larking. (Not Larkin, as in Philip Larkin)
And now he is dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
They said.

Oh, no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.

p.s. J'ai trouve un site Web merveilleux qui traduit anglais-francais et I will let you know how I get on.

Fade xxx

(((((Zara)))))

Great poem! Well done...2000 informative, helpful, and often humorous posts which I for one am truely grateful to have had advantage of.

Chat soon?

Elle x

here is to the next 2000 posts!

R x