Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me prov’d,
I never writ, nor no man ever lov’d. — WS
I agree. Beautiful. But my favorite line from Sonnet 116 is: “Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no; it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests, and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.”
“Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks . . .”
Dr. JaySeptember 7, 2019, 4:20 AM
That last comment was from me . . . My fat finger slipped on the enter key. It’s the Ketogenic diet from now on.
Annie RoseSeptember 7, 2019, 6:00 PM
My dad loved my mom like that right up to his final days. He chose to give so completely of himself, knowing that she was physically no longer capable of doing all that she had once done for the two of them, that he wore himself out. He gladly and lovingly took over the shopping, banking, gardening, cooking, dishwashing, and laundry. He would allow no outside help. Exhausted, he caught pneumonia and then one of those damn hospital bugs, passing away quickly two years ago. He wasn’t a perfect man, but his love for my mom was perfect in their final 68 years of marriage. I know he now watches over her from above.
Real World Address for Donations, Mash Notes and Hate Mail
Gerard Van der Leun
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Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I reach my hands and play with pebbles of destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive in the universe.
Duty, Beauty, Liberty, Country, Honor, Family, Faith — Plus a few simple easy to follow rules for guys
Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
They thought great thoughts about liberty
Poets wrote down words that did fit
Writers wrote books
Thinkers thought about it
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
And wake up each day
To a new waking dream
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
Gerard Van der Leun
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Yes, beautiful.
I almost got wood.
Yes,beautiful.
Pang in the heart.
I agree. Beautiful. But my favorite line from Sonnet 116 is: “Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no; it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests, and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.”
“Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks . . .”
That last comment was from me . . . My fat finger slipped on the enter key. It’s the Ketogenic diet from now on.
My dad loved my mom like that right up to his final days. He chose to give so completely of himself, knowing that she was physically no longer capable of doing all that she had once done for the two of them, that he wore himself out. He gladly and lovingly took over the shopping, banking, gardening, cooking, dishwashing, and laundry. He would allow no outside help. Exhausted, he caught pneumonia and then one of those damn hospital bugs, passing away quickly two years ago. He wasn’t a perfect man, but his love for my mom was perfect in their final 68 years of marriage. I know he now watches over her from above.