Once in a golden hour I cast to earth a seed. Up there came a flower, The people said, a weed. To and fro they went Thro' my garden bower, And muttering discontent Cursed me and my flower. Then it grew so tall It wore a crown of light, But thieves from o'er the wall Stole the seed by night. Sow'd it far and wide By every town and tower, Till all the people cried, "Splendid is the flower!" Read my little fable: He that runs may read. Most can raise the flowers now, For all have got the seed. And some are pretty enough, And some are poor indeed; And now again the people Call it but a weed.
Poetic Flower.
Saturday, December 09, 2006:
Belly Aching!!!

What is it about the holidays that makes everyone complain and gripe so much.  I hear so many people complaining about how many gifts they have to buy this year and how many people will be celebrating the holidays with them this year and so on!!  I just want to shake them and scream that while they are bitching there are so many people who have no family, no home, no christmas!!!  I am so thankful to have everything I have including my family.  I just wish everyone could realize that there are so many less fortunate that would love to have someone to spend Christmas with or a place to go or a hot meal to eat. 

So really when you thank about it your problems with your family not getting along, or having too many family members is really pretty minute and stupid!!

 

 



Mellykins blogged on 11:27 am

 

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