“Though nothing can bring back the hour/ Of splendour in the grass,/ of glory in the flower,
We will grieve not, rather find/ Strength in what remains behind”
I’m a man of simple pleasures. Sunshine, somewhere to lie down, a …
“Though nothing can bring back the hour/ Of splendour in the grass,/ of glory in the flower,
We will grieve not, rather find/ Strength in what remains behind”
I’m a man of simple pleasures. Sunshine, somewhere to lie down, a …