You can't get a cup of tea big enough or a book long enough to suit me.
- attributed to C. S. Lewis and others
I will give up my books When someone pries my cold, dead hands from them Companions of my youth, tellers of truth Next to my heart when the mortar rounds fell
But now I see the world As through a dark lens darkly, well enough For most common household purposes But those dear words on any page – not so
I never thought I’d say That I’m looking forward to surgery day!