“The Little Boy and the Old Man Said the little boy, “Sometimes I drop my spoon.” Said the old man, “I do that too.” The little boy whispered, “I wet my pants.” I do that too,” laughed the little old man. Said the little boy, “I often cry.” The old man nodded, “So do I.” But worst of all,” said the boy, “it seems Grown-ups don’t pay attention to me.” And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand. I know what you mean,” said the little old man.” ― Shel Silverstein
What a road the Cold Mountain road!
Not a sign of horse or cart.
Winding gorges, tricky to trace.
Massive cliffs, who knows how high?
Where the thousand grasses drip with dew,
Where the pine trees hum in the wind.
Now the path’s lost, now it’s time
For body to ask shadow: ‘Which way home?’
Words from Cold Mountain
What have you done, O you there
Who endlessly cry,
Say: what have you done, there
With youth gone by?
I’m afraid of a kiss
Like the kiss of a bee.
I suffer like this
And wake endlessly.
I’m afraid of a kiss!
No matter that my heart sinks,
sighs, with the weight of skeletons-
paths I forgot to follow
have slowly sealed
rooms go unrecognised
for fear of change
and I cry at the uncertainty of rainbows.
All the daydreams I stole,
refusing to give them back
are stored as silver dust
and each day is a small breath.
“The spirit of Ubuntu* – that profound African sense that we are human beings only through the humanity of other human beings – is not a parochial phenomenon, but has added globally to our common search for a better world.”
South African anti-apartheid activist and President Nelson Mandela
*Note: Ubuntu is an ancient African concept meaning “kindness towards human beings” or “humanity to others” or “I am what I am because of who we all are”.