Classic poem of the day
But I was happy then,
How happy was I then!’
The sorry saying you may hear
Upon the lips of men.
To know when you are happy,
You would not call it wise;
Yet, for the seeing happiness,
How tears will clear the eyes!
They laugh best who laugh last,
Says Pride that fears a fall.
But O, who will not laugh at first,
May never laugh at all!
Member poem of the day
Reading the directions for taking care of a potted plant I find myself wondering if I am not secretly a potted plant myself.
Like the plant, I like to have water regularly, to be kept in bright light but not direct sunlight, to stay between the temperatures of 65 and 75 degrees fahrenheit.
A helpful picture of a plate with spoon and fork has been crossed out which means the plant is not for eating, and I know neither am I.
It’s only the first direction on the list on the pla......
