When I was young and free and my imagination had no limits
I dreamed of changing the world.
As I grew older and wiser, I discovered the world would not change.
So I shortened my sights somewhat and decided to change only my country.
But it too seemed immovable.
As I grew into my twilight years, in one last desperate attempt
I settled for changing only family, those closest to me
But alas, they would have none of it.
And now as I lay on my deathbed, I suddenly realise :
If I had only changed myself first
Then, by example I would have changed my family.
From their inspiration and encouragement,
I would then have been able to better my country
And who knows, I may even have changed the world
[according to Jenny @ Blogladder, it belongs to an Anglican bishop who was buried in the crypt of Westminster Abbey in A.D. 1100.]
September 14, 2013 at 4:57 am |
I have it on good authority that Jenny@BlogLadder is correct regarding the origins of this.
May 7, 2016 at 6:26 am |
“lady chłodnicze”