How lucky we are
While chatting with an acquaintance I asked casually what time he had to be at his job.
"Five-thirty sharp" said he, smiling.
I whistled. "That's bright and early, surely?"
He nodded, "It is," he agreed. "And the world doesn't always look inviting at five o'clock on a winter's morning - and it needn't be so very inviting on some summer mornings, either."
He paused. Then he added:
"But you know, Francis, when I find myself getting near to grumbling I think of my brother, lying on his back day and night. Man, he'd give all he has to get up at three all the year round"
Francis Gay
(I Found this in my treasure of paper)
No comments:
Post a Comment