My Fav bits

It's bloody cold outside... I'm so jobless rt now.... Boredom is but a state o mind... I 'm jus surfing the net sitting in office... catching up with my reading for a change...(",). Here are bits n pieces o poetry from my fav'z... The Ballad of Reading Gaol ...by Oscar Wilde only knew what hunted thought Quickened his step, and why He looked upon the garish day With such a wistful eye; The man had killed the thing he loved, And so he had to die. Yet each man kills the thing he loves, By each let this be heard, Some do it with a bitter look, Some with a flattering word, The coward does it with a kiss, The brave man with a sword! Some kill their love when they are young, And some when they are old; Some strangle with the hands of Lust, Some with the hands of Gold: The kindest use a knife, because The dead so soon grow cold. Some love too little, some too long, Some sell, and others buy; Some do the deed with many tears, And some without a sigh: For each man kills the thing he loves, Yet each man does not die. --------------------x---------------------------x---------------------------x-------------x----