[Bards] So when Death asks me...

[Beth]

Yes there are. Indeed, there are.

Elanor

"Little girls, this seems to say, Never stop upon your way. 
Never trust a stranger-friend; No one knows how it will end. 
As you're pretty, so be wise; Wolves may lurk in every guise. 
Handsome they may be, and kind, Gay, or charming never mind! 
Now, as then, 'tis simple truth... 
Sweetest tongue has sharpest tooth!"


--- On Thu, 5/29/08, Peter Schorn <peterschorn at pdq.net> wrote:

> From: Peter Schorn <peterschorn at pdq.net>
> Subject: [Bards] So when Death asks me...
> To: bards at lists.ansteorra.org
> Date: Thursday, May 29, 2008, 1:00 AM
> WHY DID YOU SPEND SO MUCH OF YOUR LIFE ON A GAME OF
> MAKE-BELIEVE?
>  
> Here is what I'll say:
>  
> "Though all the critics' canons grow- 
> Far seedier than the actors' own- 
> Although the cottage-door's too low- 
> Although the fairy's twenty stone- 
> Although, just like the telephone, 
> She comes by wire and not by wings, 
> Though all the mechanism's known- 
> Believe me, there are real things. 
>  
> "Yes, real people- even so- 
> Even in a theatre, truth is known, 
> Though the agnostic will not know, 
> And though the gnostic will not own, 
> There is a thing called skin and bone, 
> And many a man that struts and sings 
> Has been as stony-broke as stone. 
> Believe me, there are real things
>  
> "There is an hour when all men go; 
> An hour when man is all alone. 
> When idle minstrels in a row 
> Went down with all the bugles blown- 
> When brass and hymn and drum went down, 
> Down in death's throat with thunderings- 
> Ah, though the unreal things have grown, 
> Believe me, there are real things. 
>  
> "Prince, though your hair is not your own 
> And half your face held on by strings, 
> And if you sat, you'd smash your throne- 
> Believe me, there are real things."
>  
> --G. K
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