STOP COMPLAINING
A teacher - whom I never expected
to be a teacher - taught me to stop complaining about the cold - as well
as the heat of the summer. The teacher
as the heat of the summer. The teacher
was the big tree in my back yard. It
just sits there. It just grows there. It
just exists there - naked in the cold
and in the heat - without a complaint.
just exists there - naked in the cold
and in the heat - without a complaint.
And I suspect, I do, that it won’t complain when it's cut down and becomes a chair
or a table or a door - or it simply becomes firewood. Now that’s a humble ending.
or a table or a door - or it simply becomes firewood. Now that’s a humble ending.
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