Happy the Man
by Horace
Happy the man, and happy he alone,
He who can call today his own:
He who, secure within, can say,
Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.
Be fair or foul or rain or shine
The joys I have possessed, in spite or fate, are mine.
Not Heaven itself upon the past has power,
But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.
Headed to Portland after church for a brief visit and some dirt procurement.
Imported dirt - very important!
ReplyDeleteY'know, Bogart's eyes are two different colors here. Tricky! You with your Monet-unfocused photography, now you're doing light tricks!
ReplyDeleteNo, he has early onset glaucoma, so his beautiful eyes are morphing into mottled. So far, he still seems to see okay.
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