He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with the golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams beneath your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams...
William Butler Yeats
This time of year is when those individuals who filed early tax returns begin to recieve checks. Make no mistake that you are well off, but are you rich? True richness is not found in your bank account, but in the number of people who consider you handsome. J/K, true wealth is found in friends and family. Keep that in mind.
The Raving Lunatic
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