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.
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One of the great things of being childree is luxury of having time. It was freezing cold morning outside, so I spent it with my husband watching Clint Eastwood's movie Invictus. We loved it!
I can not get these lines out of my head: I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul. So true!
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