nothing in, nothing out..

tread softly because you tread on my dreams ".. a very fragile proclamation by WB Yeats

harken the days when he reckoned the fever of life was overwhelming for his days he depicted how the pressure of love was upon him the difficulties of life drained ' the sap of his veins '

Yeats had been passionate in his sensibility he had left behind in his legacy of writing astonishing treasure, so unique and extremely creative to enrich the literary world immensely

concluding with his final statement we read of this defining parting view ' never look at life for answers....horseman, pass by '

if at all, this leaves us mortals to conclude we have brought nothing into this world we shall carry nothing out

our only comforting thought a living Hope in God which never needs to be buried