Invictus

Ones in a while, I ran into things like this poem and because I am an ex-Rugby Player and an admirer of Nelson Mandela, I couldn't let pass this opportunity without sharing it. 
I saw this poem for the first time in the Movie "INVICTUS", if you haven't seen it yet stop reading and go watched now. Still here go, go , go. For those of you that already so the movie, you will understand why this poem give me goosebumps.

Invictus
by William Ernest Henley. (1849–1903).

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
 
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeoning of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
 
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
 
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.