I wait for the morning of my tears
I wait for the morning of my tears
Take life too seriously, and what is it worth If the morning wake us to no new joys, if the evening bring us not the hopes of new pleasures, is it worth while to dress and undress Does the sun shine on me today that I may reflect on yesterday That I may endeavor to foresee and control what can neither be foreseen nor controlled the destiny of tomorrow.
The mind is found most acute and most uneasy in the morning. Uneasiness is, indeed, a species of sagacity a passive sagacity. Fools are never uneasy.
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© 2020 Inspirational Stories