DEATH be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for, thou art not so,
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure, then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and souls delivery.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy, or charmes can make us sleep as well,
And better then thy stroak; why swell'st thou then;
One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.
Reblogged from As the Curmudgeon grumbles:
Okay, the next time something bad happens, somebody tells you to laugh it off and move on, don't tell me you can't do it!
This is Joe Northrup. He always wanted to do stand up comedy. He's terminally ill with 2 months to a year to live. God bless the crowd that came to see him. Courage is a strange thing. Sometimes, the way you loose the fight takes more courage than anything in the world.
There's a fund set up to help his wife and daughter, and remember, as the tears come to your eyes, and the laughs come from your heart, he's taught you something that might be worth a buck or two.
The link to the Joe Northrup Cancer Fund
And, yes, the internet is amazing. I'd have never seen this or become inspired without it.
"Courage is when you know you're licked before you begin, but you begin anyway and you see it through no matter what". -- Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird (Atticus Finch)