August 28, 2007
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As a general rule, I sorta' don't like to write much serious stuff
here because hey! Sarcasm is entirely too much fun to waste.......and as Oscar Wilde
once wrote, "Life is too important to be taken seriously." (Ole' Oscar has been one of my main men for years!)Besides, I could drive even GAWD crazy with my bleeding-heartness once I get started.
But this summer, for reasons I know not, has been filled with thought and introspection for me. I haven't enjoyed it much, hence, not many blog entries, and trust me, I plan to celebrate with great abandon when life manages to jerk me out of this somber, somewhat gray, place.
But I digress. The reason for today's entry is that a fellow Xangan, Transvestite Rabbit, (sorry, I dunno how to do the link thingy) wrote an
amazing blog called Tell Them Who I Am.And in my not-so-very-humble opinion, I think it oughta' be required
reading for the world.And it moved me to share a poem that I read years ago and liked so much that it hangs in a frame on my wall. I have no idea who the author might be, but I rather believe that he/she wouldn't really care about getting any special credit.
Do not find fault with the man who limps
Or stumbles along the road,
Unless you have worn the shoes he wears,
Or struggled beneath his load.There may be tacks in his shoes that hurt,
Though hidden away from view,
Or the burdens he bears, placed on your back,
Might cause you to stumble too.Don't sneer at the man who's down today
Unless you have felt the blow
That caused his fall, or felt the shame
That only the fallen know.You may be strong, but still the blows
That were his, if dealt to you,
In the self-same way, at the self-same time
Might cause you to stagger, too.
The end.
Comments (14)
I do like this poetry, and the sentiment more. I will need to go read your suggestion.
ryc: I think Giuliani did fine from 9:00 am September 11 through October 1. But he was a disaster before (and sure made things worse by both wrecking police intelligence and by putting the city's emergency command center into the Trade Center over everyone's objections), and soon after tried using it for his own gain... including trying to cancel the next mayoral election, and trying to give $1 billion each to the Mets, Yankees, and Jets to build stadiums as "disaster recovery" money. (while the city budget was twice as deep in the red after his eight years as mayor as it was when he arrived)
Thanks for the tip... it was a wonderful blog... you know my sentiments on this...
I hope you feel better soon ... I get these dark times myself... blogging has helped me keep my head above water through the last few... Its silly, but it feels like people are counting on me to say something, no matter how dopey it may be... so it keeps me that much more involved.... used to be I would just 'disappear' for months at a time... only a few people ever put 2 + 2 together... should I come pull you out with frequent comments even when you don't post? Or would that make you worse ??
(((hugs)))
That is a wonderful poem, and very true. I've always believed the true measure of a person is how he or she treats the lowest, most humble person in his or her world.
Thought and introspection while in a somber, somewhat gray place? Ohhhhh yeah. Maybe there's a reason for it, maybe we'll be better people when we get past it (I sure as hell HOPE SO!). Hang in there, my friend. When it's your turn to celebrate, skip on down here to Memphis and we'll party!
Looks like it's been a summer for that. I hope The Kids are okay. I'm glad you checked in, seriously or not.
Hey, I have been an Oscar Wilde fan forever!
Great poem! It reminds me of what Malcolm Forbes Sr. said, "the true measure of a man is not how far he's traveled, but how high are the hills he's had to climb." Thank you for brightening my gray space, Feef, and I wish you more sunshine and less gray soon. (I always feel a little cheated when the summer, like this one, has been filled with a lot of gray. If it's the winter, it seems like well, what was I expecting. But the summer? No fair! Hopefully, real "summer" will come soon! -- or at least balance itself out for everyone who's been fighting the gray bogs...)
RYC- LOL... thing is when we plan it , the non drivers don't have to rush their showers... only the driver has to be dressed and ready! LOL...
I love this post, and I do know who the rabbit is. I am going to read that post as well.
Thanks for dropping by.
Hugs, Tricia
Saw that, earlier, I did. Enjoyed this.
I'm going to her blog now. Thanks for the tip! Got a lot out of the poem and pics.
RYC: Yeah, the summer of introspection... perhaps we should chronicle it, and later we can turn it into a bitter, ironic, satire..., we can called it The Portrait of Dorian Xanga or something, I don't know.
Hang in there.
Hugs, Tricia
Words to live by. Nice poem.
Word.
And nice to hear from ya!
Hey. Update. Damn it.
RYC
Go to my MySpace Feef! You can see it
in all its glory!
It's says, "He probably thinks this
column's about him."
http://www.myspace.com/ed_kaz
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