As I sat with thoughts all craven,
noticed I it was a raven.
Not a maiden, cheeks-a-clapping,
but a bird just tapping,
rapping on my windowsill.
Sighing I went back to fapping,
and have been forevermore.
As I sat with thoughts all craven,
noticed I it was a raven.
Not a maiden, cheeks-a-clapping,
but a bird just tapping,
rapping on my windowsill.
Sighing I went back to fapping,
and have been forevermore.
I think they’ve got it the wrong way around. The under 40s have a chance of rebuilding after the war. Yes, there are hard times ahead but they are young enough to come out on the other side.
At 49, I’m quite sure I either won’t make it through the coming storm at all or at least won’t be able to enjoy the aftermath for long once things get better again.