Thread: Well, he died doing what he liked to do.

Originally Posted by carlmaloschneider

I think you have to look at it like this:

By a Bier-Side

Man is a sacred city, built of marvellous earth.
Life was lived nobly here to give this body birth.
Something was in this brain, and in his eager hand.
Death is so dumb and blind, Death cannot understand.
Death drifts the bran with dust and soils the young limbs' glory.
Death makes women and dream and men a traveller's story,
Death drives the lovely soul to wander under the sky,
Death opens unknown doors. It is most grand to die.

John Mansfield

If an author/poet/movie director doesn't get their point across the first time through i think that they failed at their job. After about 10 readings I think that i get the point. Can.you explain this to me?

Tim