A Dog Has Died

A dog has died I buried him in the garden next to a rusted old machine.

Invictus

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.

One I like

My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But, ah, my foes, and, oh, my friends – it gives a lovely light.