FEEBLE
....................Hoàng-Ân............
I am old, my eyesight is failing
but not my
knowledge and wisdom
The blurring of my eyes
is merely your
humaness
burried:
(sigh...!!!)
(12:45 am, May 7th, 2000).....
WILLIAM THOMPSON (1712-1766)
THE HAPPY LIFE
A book, a friend, a song, a glass,
A chaste, yet laughter-loving lass,
To mortals various joys impart,
Inform the sense, and warm the heart.
Thrice happy they, who careless laid
Beneath a kind-embowering shade,
With rosy wreaths their temples crown,
In rosy wine their sorrow drown.
Begone, ambition, riches, toys,
And splendid cares, and guilty joys--
Give me a book, a friend, a glass,
And a chaste, laughter-loving lass.
