aggravatedHere's a poem from "Don Quixote" (one of the many you'll find) that I rather enjoyed:
Breaking through all the barriers of despair
To keep the firm straight line
That you yourself imagine and prepare:
Don't be dismayed to see
That every step has death for company.
Triumphs or laurels to adorn his brow,
And joy won't be attained
By those who, faced by Fortune, tamely bow
And yield their feeble arms
To Indolence's comfortable charms.
And only as it should be, honest trade;
For there's no gift as rare
As one that has been properly assayed.
What easy joy is prized?
What's cheaply bought is soon to be despised.
And sometimes do what never can be done,
And though I often fear
I'm striving for the stars and for the sun,
My hope is still to rise
Impossibly from earth to gain the skies.
I can't write poetry worth half a damn, but I find poems I like from time to time.
I'm back on my dialup 'cause my cable is down and anyway my 'puter's plagued with all kinds of annoying pop-ups and toolbars and shortcuts to fucking online casinos. I can't shake them, no matter what I do; everything gets reset upon startup. I don't even know how I got them. I sure as hell didn't download anything. Nick thinks it's some jagoff affiliate. I have my own theory *coughcoughlittlesistercough* but I won't jump to conclusions just yet. Off I go to troubleshoot...
