T here is sorrow enough in the natural way From men and women to fill our day; And when we are certain of sorrow in store, Why do we a lways arrange for more? Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware Of giving your heart to a dog to tear. Buy a pup and your money will buy Love unflinching that cannot lie— Perfect passion and worship fed By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head. Nevertheless it is hardly fair To risk your heart for a dog to tear. When the fourteen years which Nature permits Are closing in asthma, or tumour, or fits, And the vet’s unspoken prescription runs To lethal chambers or loaded guns, Then you will find—it’s your own affair— But … you’ve given your heart to a dog to tear. When the body that lived at your single will, With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!). When the spirit that answered your every mood Is gone—wherever it goes—for good, You will discover how much you care, And will give your heart to a dog to tear. We’ve sorrow enough in the n...
Ah well - I now have to get Large Print Books , this one from the Sarasota County Library system. Roll on my cataract surgery: dates yet to be determined, "Carlos Eire was born in Havana, Cuba, on 23 November 1950. [1] His mother was Maria Azucena Eiré González and his father was Antonio Nieto Cortadellas - a prominent judge before Fidel Castro 's revolution. He also has two brothers, Tony (blood relative), and Ernesto (step-brother); the latter was disliked by all in the family, but the father. Eire (age 11) and his brother Tony fled to the United States in 1962, becoming another statistic of the 14,000 unaccompanied Cuban children airlifted by Operation Peter Pan . His mother would eventually join him a few years later, but never his father. He is now is the T. Lawrason Riggs Professor of History and Religious Studies at Yale University . He is a historian of late medieval and ...
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