Side - Angela Rose

I never thought we’d disagree
on anatomy or chemistry.
That was until you made the mistake
of choosing that cold, sparkly fake.

How could you join the vampire side?
When werewolves are best, it can’t be denied!
Team Edward or Team Jacob you had to select.
But you chose wrong and now our friendship’s wrecked.

Until you are ready to rescind your poor choice,
I will not abide the grating sound of your voice.
I miss you dear friend, of that I won’t lie.
But I’ve chosen Team Jacob, so this is goodbye.

On Another's Sorrow by William Blake

Can I see another's woe,
And not be in sorrow too?
Can I see another's grief,
And not seek for kind relief? 

Can I see a falling tear,
And not feel my sorrow's share?
Can a father see his child
Weep, nor be with sorrow filled? 
 
Can a mother sit and hear
An infant groan, an infant fear?
No, no! never can it be!
Never, never can it be! 
 
And can He who smiles on all
Hear the wren with sorrows small,
Hear the small bird's grief and care,
Hear the woes that infants bear - 
 
And not sit beside the nest,
Pouring pity in their breast,
And not sit the cradle near,
Weeping tear on infant's tear? 
 
And not sit both night and day,
Wiping all our tears away?
O no! never can it be!
Never, never can it be! 
 
He doth give His joy to all:
He becomes an infant small,
He becomes a man of woe,
He doth feel the sorrow too. 
 
Think not thou canst sigh a sigh,
And thy Maker is not by:
Think not thou canst weep a tear,
And thy Maker is not near. 
 
O He gives to us His joy,
That our grief He may destroy:
Till our grief is fled and gone
He doth sit by us and moan. 

Aubrey Thomas De Vere - Sad is our youth, for it is ever going

Sad is our youth, for it is ever going, 

Crumbling away beneath our very feet; 

Sad is our life, for onward it is flowing 

In current unperceived, because so fleet; 

Sad are our hopes, for they were sweet in sowing,— 

But tares, self-sown, have overtopped the wheat; 

Sad are our joys, for they were sweet in blowing, 

And still, O, still their dying breath is sweet;

And sweet is youth, although it hath bereft us 

Of that which made our childhood sweeter still; 

And sweet is middle life, for it hath left us 

A nearer good to cure an older ill; 

And sweet are all things, when we learn to prize them, 

Not for their sake, but His who grants them or denies them!

Ruthless Rhymes for Heartless Homes (The Little Willie Series of Rhymes)

Father heard his children scream
So he threw them in the stream
Saying, as he drowned the third,
"Children should be seen, not heard!"
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Little Willie, mean as hell
Drowned his sister in the well.
Mother said, while drawing water,
"Gee, it's hard to raise a daughter.