The Investment
by Robert Frost
Over back where they speak of life as staying
('You couldn't call it living, for it ain't'),
There was an old, old house renewed with paint,
And in it a piano loudly playing.
Out in the plowed ground in the cold a digger,
Among unearthed potatoes standing still,
Was counting winter dinners, one a hill,
With half an ear to the piano's vigor.
All that piano and new paint back there,
Was it some money suddenly come into?
Or some extravagance young love had been to?
Or old love on an impulse not to care--
Not to sink under being man and wife,
But get some color and music out of life?
Nate Notes
Franks Lloyd Wright said, "Give me the luxuries of life and I will willingly do without the necessities."
I am not encouraging fiscal recklessness. I am saying that a little luxury here and there can breathe some needed joy in life. A luxury doesn't always have to be expensive either, rather it should be well chosen.
Abundance to you and yours throughout your life. . .
1 comment:
And all the abundance to you, it is most deserved.
This poem and your comments made me think about time and how I'm always trying to get something done that I think can't wait, and I had the thought that time spent building relationships and enjoying eachother is also a luxury. Thank you for the post, I for one will try to make the best of my time...a true luxury to offten overlooked.
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