Just want to share with you this poem I learned during my high school days. I don't know what's with this poem that up to now I still memorize. Read between the lines and you'll get the real meaning of it.
By: William Ernest Henley
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods maybe
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud
Under the bludgeonings of chance
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of a shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.
It matters not how straight the gate,
How charged with punishments the stroll,
I am the master of my fate;
I am the captain of my soul.
3 comments:
yah, I am the master of my fate. :)
I am the captain of my soul.
i am the captain of my fate...the master of my soul. hehehe
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