The leaves outside are declaring to me it's fall.
My piano waits for me downstairs.
My homework calls to me from my room.
But it's fall.
The phone rings, and I can't ignore this call.
Day after day I watch the leaves come down.
Always I am caught inside.
Maybe tomorrow.
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While the laughter of joy is in full harmony with our deeper life, the laughter of amusement should be kept apart from it. The danger is too great of thus learning to look at solemn things in a spirit of mockery, and to seek in them opportunities for exercising wit.
[Lewis Carroll]
People are like elevators.
they either bring you
u
p
or bring you
d
o
w
n
.
[Lewis Carroll]
People are like elevators.
they either bring you
u
p
or bring you
d
o
w
n
.
You do not know what tomorrow will bring. For what is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes. [james 4 v 14]
