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The end isn’t followed by a commercial, and the credits have to fit on a stone.

Want to love life? Visit the morgue.
Want to feel young and vital? Have lunch in a nursing home.
Cursed with bad skin? Offer to write letters in a burn ward.

Think you have rotten luck? Attend a Gamblers Anonymous meeting.
Love treat you wrong? Spend a week in divorce court.
Think your doctor doesn’t listen to you? Tell it to a veterinarian.

Want to feel rich? Serve a Christmas meal at a homeless shelter.
Nobody cares? Pay the road toll for the car behind you.
Think your job stinks? Spend a day with a city sewer worker.

Feeling ignored? Notice someone.
Want to meet people? Walk a dog.
Want a day to yourself? Go to the city library.
Think the laws are unfair? Spend a day in an ambulance.

Work too hard? Go to bed earlier.
No friends? Volunteer.
Miss having kids? Rock preemies in a hospital nursery.

Need more money? Get a roommate.
Hate living at home? Try sleeping in a doorway.
World passing you by? Keep a journal.

Life unfair to you? Spend a day in a wheelchair.
Angry? Pull weeds.
Want people to listen? Whisper.
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Nay is for horses.
Date: Monday, 1st June 2015 @ 11:39:38 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: softerware
Don’t be afraid of dying; be afraid that you never lived.
The end isn’t followed by a commercial, and the credits have to fit on a stone.

Want to love life? Visit the morgue.
Want to feel young and vital? Have lunch in a nursing home.
Cursed with bad skin? Offer to write letters in a burn ward.

Think you have rotten luck? Attend a Gamblers Anonymous meeting.
Love treat you wrong? Spend a week in divorce court.
Think your doctor doesn’t listen to you? Tell it to a veterinarian.

Want to feel rich? Serve a Christmas meal at a homeless shelter.
Nobody cares? Pay the road toll for the car behind you.
Think your job stinks? Spend a day with a city sewer worker.

Feeling ignored? Notice someone.
Want to meet people? Walk a dog.
Want a day to yourself? Go to the city library.
Think the laws are unfair? Spend a day in an ambulance.

Work too hard? Go to bed earlier.
No friends? Volunteer.
Miss having kids? Rock preemies in a hospital nursery.

Need more money? Get a roommate.
Hate living at home? Try sleeping in a doorway.
World passing you by? Keep a journal.

Life unfair to you? Spend a day in a wheelchair.
Angry? Pull weeds.
Want people to listen? Whisper.


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