Thought for the day

[j4]

The folk I love

I do hate the folk I love---
They hurt so:
Their least word and act may be
Cause of woe.

'Won't you come to tea with me?'
'Not to-day;
I'm so tired, I've been to church.'
Such folk say.

All the dreary afternoon
I must clutch
At the strength to love like them---
Not too much.

-- Lesbia Harford (1891-1927)

Comments

[rysmiel.livejournal.com]

but if you hold on tight to what you find
you might not mind so much
that even this must pass away

[imc.livejournal.com]

You can't always get what you want.
But if you try some time,
you might just find
that this song is a load of cobblers.