Concentration by F.W. Sears, M.P. A little cork fell in the path of a whale, Who lashed it down with his angry tale, But in spite of his blows, It quickly arose, And floated serenely before his nose, Said the cork, "You may flap and sputter and frown, But you never, never can keep me down; For I am made of the stuff, That is buoyant enough, To float, instead of to drown." ==================== A great poem for all to remember about their spirit. The emotion of love and loving thoughts is what keeps us buoyant...
Posted on: Thu, 18 Jul 2013 21:00:01 +0000
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