Its a new year and it has already started out grand
I have just turned twenty and I am no longer a teenager. Time to bring out more responsibility. I can't wait to delve deeper into this new year because there is so much I want to accomplish and deal with.
So to bring out a new me I want to start this journal entry with one of my favourite poems from one of my favourite poets.....
ANTHEM FOR DOOMED YOUTH
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells;
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.
What candles may be held to speed them all?
Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of good-byes.
The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.