Ah, well, I'm a trio again.
It no longer matters to me, however.
Our poem for today:
Invictus
By William Ernest Henley
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
Now, for a great movie starring Kevin Spacey, another birdsong.
The music was written by Hoagy Carmichael and the lyrics by Johnny Mercer.
The last movie that my late husband and he and I sat listening while everyone else was leaving.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Si9MCBzrfyk