[quote=squat250]The Wheel
by William Butler Yeats
(1865-1939)
Through winter-time we call on spring,
And through the spring on summer call,
And when abounding hedges ring
Declare that winter’s best of all;
And after that there s nothing good
Because the spring-time has not come —
Nor know that what disturbs our blood
Is but its longing for the tomb.[/quote]
Awesome poem squat, thanks for posting. It’s not just our generation who has dealt with “Well, I’ll be happy when…
