When it comes, And it always comes, Do you steel yourself, Tense up like a coiled spring? Do you fall to your knees and let it break over your head? Or do you take a deep, calming breath, And invite it cordially, Like a familiar friend you may sit down to tea with? The answer defines you.
When it comes, And it always comes scalding, I level my gaze-
*Hello, old friend. Do you take sugar with your heartache?
βTake some more tea," the March Hare said to Alice, very earnestly. "I've had nothing yet," Alice replied in an offended tone, "so I can't take more." "You mean you can't take less," said the Hatter: "it's very easy to take more than nothing." -Lewis Carroll