Rather than the usual, I wanted to share a poem I read often.
It is T.S. Eliot’s The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.
I’ve put my favorite part in bold, and to really enjoy it, I encourage you to hear it recited by Anthony Hopkins:
Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, th…