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Posted by paul on November 15, 1998 at 19:20:26:
In Reply to: please help - fast posted by joan on November 15, 1998 at 13:08:30:
:Oh God, I am sorry. It hurts I know. I cried when my dog died, and I know you you fell. I hope he gets better but it iis unlikely.
That time of year thou mayest in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few do hang, a
Upon those boughs which shake against thecoold,
Bare ruin'd choirs where late the sweet birds sang
In me, thou see'st the twilght of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away
Deaths second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death bed whereon it must expire,
Consum'd with that which it was nourish'd by
This thou perciv'st, which makes thou love more,
To love that well, which thou must leave ere long
This was a poem by Shakespear. It is one of many I use to cope with death. May it help you as well as it does me.
