Random scribblings
Random snippets from the past few days:
From Jeffrey Archer’s A Prisoner of Birth
But I have discovered with advancing years that few things are entirely black or white, but more often different shades of grey
…
They are both oaks, even if they were planted in different forests. But then, m’lord, we all suffer in our different ways from being prisoners of birth.
From someone:
In the language of the sport that I know best,
I wish you
Clear skies, fair winds and following seas
Poetry snippets:
Is there something you want to tell me
When there’s no one around
To listen to fears laid bare
In the crushing darkness of night
Where candlelight flickers in shadows
Velvety satin on nigh
