An Homage To My Favourite Poets
‘The time has come’, the Walrus said,
To talk of many things.
As I walked out one evening,
Not with a bang but with a whimper,
I realized that love is not love which
Alters when it alteration finds,
That to err is human; to forgive, divine,
And a little learning is a dangerous thing.
It was once upon a midnight dreary,
While I pondered weak and dreary,
I wandered lonely as a cloud,
In a vacant and pensive mood.
Let me put it this way…
I have learnt that things fall apart, the centre cannot hold.
‘Tis better to have loved and lost,
Than never to have loved at all,
And that had we but world enough and time,
We would sit down, and think which way
To walk, and pass our long love’s day,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
At my back I always hear,
Time’s winged chariot hurrying near;
And as I would not stop for death,
He kindly stopped for me.
We were such stuff as dreams are made on.
I have spread my dreams under your feet.
Tread softly, because you tread on my dreams.
Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.