They flee from me that sometime did me seek With naked foot, stalking in my chamber. I have seen them gentle, tame, and meek, That now are wild and do not remember That sometime they put themself in danger To take bread at my hand; and now they range, Busily seeking with a continual change. Sir Thomas Wyatt Throughout his life, my dear father had been an angry man. As a child I never knew why. I never understood, why so angry. I spent many long hours with him in total happiness, too. Later in my life and towards the end of his life, I would question to myself who or what was it that had made my father so angry, that he carried this always with him throughout his life. I never did find out. I never made it my purpose to find out either. I accepted his anger. I resigned myself to the fact that my father had a right to be angry. He was a principled man, he meant no harm to the world. The world had wronged him in someway. " Never live ha...
random ridculous rants by Rubi Red