It so happens I am sick of being a man.
It so happens I am sick of being a man.
And in Chilean
stewpots,
along the coast,
was born the chowder,
thick and succulent,
a boon to man.
A child who does not play is not a child, but the man who doesn't play has lost forever the child who lived in him and who he will miss terribly.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories