When we are young we squander time as though it were unlimited; When we grow older, then like beggars we wish for crumbs of remembrance…
Tag: time-passing
D’you know, Georgie,” he said, settling back comfortably in the deep grass, that there song you’ve been a-singin’ at all day – it ain’t much of a song and it ain’t much of a tune, but there’s real good *sense* to it, though you probably don’t know it. And I’ll tell you why – because there always *is* new Folks comin’, that’s why. There’s always new Folks comin’ and always new times comin’.