A poem that I read today by Mac
Shake Hands by A.E. Houseman
Shake hands, we shall never be friends, all's over;
And nought to help it in this dull head:
But if you come to a road where danger
And the soul that was born to die for you,
Shake hands, we shall never be friends, all's over;
I only vex you the more I try.
All's wrong that ever I've done or said,And nought to help it in this dull head:
Shake hands, here's luck, good-bye.
But if you come to a road where danger
Or guilt or anguish or shame's to share,
Be good to the lad that loves you trueAnd the soul that was born to die for you,
And whistle and I'll be there.
https://thirdwednesdaymagazine.org/2024 ... n-koertge/
I like a poem you can revisit and find another layer.
I like a poem you can revisit and find another layer.
