Sunday, July 1, 2012




There are only two kinds of people 
               on earth today
Two kinds of people, no more I say.
Not the rich and the poor, for to know 
             a man's wealth
You must first know the state of 
            his conscience and health,
Not the happy and sad, for in life's 
                        passing years,
Each has his laughter and each has his tears.
No, the two kinds of people on earth I mean
Are the people who lift and the people who  lean          
In which class are you? Are you lifting the load
Of some overtaxed lifter who's going down the road
Or are you a leaner who lets others share
Your portion of toil and labor and care?

(Ella Wheeler Wikcox)

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 Sometimes when nothing goes
                         just right
And worry reigns supreme,
When heartache fills the eyes
                                 with mist
And all things useless seem,
There's just one thing
                     can drive away
The tears that scald and blind
 Someone to slip a strong
                            arm 'round
And whisper, "Never mind."  
No one has ever told just why
Those words such comfort bring;
Nor why that whisper makes
                                  our cares
Depart on hurried wing.
Yet troubles say a quick "Good-day,"
We leave them far behind
When someone slips an arm around,
And whispers, "Never mind."  
But love must prompt that
                            soft caress
That love must, aye, be true
Or at that tender, clinging touch
No heart ease come to you,
But if the arm be moved by love,
Sweet comfort you will find
When someone slips an arm around,
And whispers, "Never mind”

J'attends toujours...

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