Poems of this nature inspires and keeps me singing... May it do the same for you as well...
Regards, WON
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 bludgeoning of chance
My head is bloodied but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the manners of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishment the scroll
I am the Master of my Fate:
I am the Captain of my Soul...
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