Bodyrockers - I Like The Way
Invictus - William Ernest Henley. 1849–1903
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 unbowed.
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.
What a nice poem. Just when it seems things are well and slow, you look ahead and that road before you is long as ever. Black Friday is comming and that means angry middle aged women fighting, stealing, shoving, and cursing for those cheap presents day after thanksgiving. :) | 
