A Psalm of Life
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, 1807 – 1882
What the Heart of the Young Man Said to the Psalmist
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
“Life is but an empty dream!”
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
“Dust thou art, to dust returnest,”
Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Finds us farther than to-day.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
In the world’s broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!
Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act,–act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o’erhead!
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing
Learn to labor and to wait
It would appear that I don’t exactly understand the meaning of this beautiful work.
You see I try my best to do all the things this poem talks about. When people are in need I reach out to help them. The problem is… Apparently that makes me prey. “Help my brother needs to borrow some tools” of course I get the toolbox back missing the lid and a good few tools and Im pretty sure I didn’t get my jumper cables back.
At the beginning of November I let 4 refugees come here. They had no where, “just until check day” …. You guessed it still here..
Had an opportunity to get a job, make extra money, invite everyone I know. The one person who does show up… Talks about me behind my back…. Steals my job…
Feed and house 11 people, ask one of them to let me buy food for EVERYONE with their foodstamps. Get lied to… Was told their stamps didn’t come, then they had to buy food for their aunts…(who they aren’t living with) that was a lie… They bought food for another house… SERIOUSLY?
Live forty years with no criminal history, treat police officers with respect even help them whenever possible… Defend my family from an angry woman bent on hitting our van…. SLAM! GO TO JAIL YOU WORTHLESS FUCK SCREW YOU AND YOUR FAMILY!
So there we have it. Add in a knee injury and surgery and what do you end up with? My fucking life.
What the fuck? How did I misunderstand? As a Christian I am told to ask and believe… Do right and God will reward me.
I try to follow the lines of this inspiring poem….
I try to be …good..
It would appear I misunderstand what good is……
Edit: Let’s not forget the “friend” who was sending me money via paypal for over a week….