A poem I've never forgotten. It holds a lot of truth:
Isn't man a fool?
When it's hot, he wants it cool.
When it's cold, he wants it hot.
Always wanting what is not.
Never happy with what he's got.
Friday, August 15, 2008
A Poem From When I Was A Kid
Posted by Joe Ganci at 5:24 PM 0 comments
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