After reading the poem, I realized that the words struck a chord with me and would probably do the same with some of my readers. So, that's why I chose to post it here today. You may have read it before, but even if you have, another read might be in order. At my age, this poem has a lot more meaning than it did back when I was young. Guess that happens as you get older!
Nature
As a fond mother, when the day is o'er,
Leads by the hand her little child to bed,
Half willing, half reluctant to be led,
And leave his broken playthings on the floor,
Still gazing at them through the open door,
Nor wholly reassured and comforted
By promises of others in their stead,
Which, though more splendid, may not please him more;
So Nature deals with us, and takes away
Our playthings one by one, and by the hand
Leads us to rest so gently, that we go
Scarce knowing if we wish to go or stay,
Being too full of sleep to understand
How far the unknown transcends the what we know.
Does it ring a bell with you? If nothing else, it makes for some interesting reading, don't you think?
Coffee in the kitchen this morning. It's still a little chilly out!
