Category: Life
- Labels: children, commitment, compassion, death, human, Life, man, philosophy, women
- Labels: compassion, courage, expectation, future, happiness, human condition, Life, peace, philosophy, time, truth
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
An
old man was going for a walk on the beach, when he noticed a little boy
feeding a thin, shaggy looking dog with bits of bread.
He went up to the boy and asked him why he was sharing his bread with the dogs.
The little boy answered, “Because they have nothing. No home, no family, and if I donât feed them they will die.”
âBut there are homeless dogs everywhere,” the old man replied. âSo your efforts donât really make a differenceâ
The little boy looked at the dog and stroked him. âBut for him, for this little dog, it makes all the difference in the world.â
- Labels: compassion, earth, environment, Life, love