*Hello.
Hello.
Lillies please,
just a handful,
keep the change.*
He asked if they were for a loved one
No sir, for Benny, sir. He questioned the King.
With that I turned and left.
As I broke into the outside air,
my eyes turned to the sky.
It was no use holding back the tears.
He slept beneath the tree as his friends and family congregated
To abandon oneself to principles is really to die - and to die for an impossible love which is the contrary of love.
Oct 12, 2012
Oct 12, 2012 at 1:11 PM UTC
*Hello.
Hello.
Lillies please,
just a handful,
keep the change.*
He asked if they were for a loved one
No sir, for Benny, sir. He questioned the King.
With that I turned and left.
As I broke into the outside air,
my eyes turned to the sky.
It was no use holding back the tears.
He slept beneath the tree as his friends and family congregated
To abandon oneself to principles is really to die - and to die for an impossible love which is the contrary of love.
Eulogy taken from a quotation by Albert Camus
